A Life Scorned

Is life an illusion or is it real? For I am holding onto this pain inside I feel! Learning to let go and free my mind, leaving all my worries in the past far behind! Waking up thirsting for happiness and joy then life knocks me down and plays me like a toy! Soon I will grow tired and take life by its horns, make the best of what I got instead of living a life scorned!

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