What is it to be alive but to never thrive? To only inherit the bad and focus on the sad? We say that the beauty outweighs the pain, but we sit here and say it in vien. We endure so much pain that some of us end up needing a kane. Why do we let ourselves go? Why don't we know? I miss the times when we had rhymes. When we knew not but ignorant bliss. I miss the best part of my day being when I saw my best friend that, that I wish had no end. -XX