What a beautiful friend.
Without it, stress would never end.
Pain and sorrow, and tears would never dry...
If it weren't for the death of struggle and strife.
Funny how we think that pain will never end.
Then one day you wake up, more tired than you've ever been.
You give up on the worry, give up on despair.
You just don't care, anymore.
There is mourning for the person who used to be you,
Yet you feel free to realize:
A new day is a new you.
[ A text to my sister in 2015 ]
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