Things will come and go,
you can't always predict rain or snow
the ice will crack
and the sun will burn
but it's up too you
which lessons you learn.
Without pain
there'd be no pleasure
a theory
I cannot measure,
my scars bring me back
revealing the strength I do not lack
when the day comes I appear weak,
even if I can barely speak
know the thing that kept me till this day
were all the experiences along the way.
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