In the midst of enjoyment and pain
There comes a questions that strike my brain
Why people come and go?
To make you laugh, learn and grow?
To make memories to be stored
So you have something to see when you're bored?
What a life, full of strife
All you need to do is to adjust and survive
No guts, no glory
There's no quitters that gain victory.
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