The morning we hate the stressful afternoon, the nights that ain't fun because we already worn out
The joy of motherhood, the tension of being a father or the responsibility of Being the first son.
The stress of school, that job that makes us work our Ass off for peanuts, the government that doesn't care.
The life we live, the love and hatred in us, the fear of failing.
The joy of being alive, the reminder that death is inevitable, the "yolo" shit that keeps us going.
Carefree life of a teenager, stressful life of a parent.
Age is just a number, numbers don't matter they say, till it involves money.
We fear for the future, neglect the past and ruin the present that's why we alive.
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