Life sucks then you die.
You enter through a dark hole into a tunnel
and continue through that dark tunnel the rest of your life.
Little specs of light filter through on occasion.
They can blind you at times.
They can make you smile.
They can show you real laughter.
Joy.
On occasion little specs of garbage will fill those holes.
Sometimes you can wash away the trash,
Sometimes the trash leaves a stain.
Sometimes the tunnel gets obstructed so you have to dig some new tunnels yourself.
Sometimes these new tunnels take you to places you never expected to go.
Sometimes these tunnels lead you to places so dark you forget where you are.
You get lost.
But always,
always.
These tunnels will hold specs of light,
To help you see.
To help you through it.
To help you, perhaps, start a new tunnel.
Either way, the tunnel must always end.
so sometimes
Life sucks,
Sometimes
Life's good,
But then you die.
so.
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