What Is Life?

Life, is but a gift.
It is not promised.
It can be taken away,
As quickly as it can be given.

Life, is but a heartbreak.
It constantly happens.
Even with the slightest action or words,
It can be snapped into pieces.

Life, is but death.
It always has an ending.
It can be as sad,
As it can be, relieving.

Life, is but a mystery.
It has many problems that need solving.
No one knows for sure what will happen,
In the next second, minute, hour, day.

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