Whether from tragedy or fortune,
Whether because something snapped in your brain,
Or because you peaked too soon,
Or because of someone else's actions,
Or lack thereof,
Or maybe an enemy finally got his way,
Or that enemy is yourself,
Or the world around you has become something else,
Than what you grew up with,
And left you behind as it journeyed on,
Leaving you wondering if,
It will be alright,
And whether you will get by,
Because no one can give you guarantees in this life,
And if they do, then they've lied.
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