It's a struggle to the top
It's a struggle to the bottom.
Is anything not a struggle?
It's a struggle to make friends
It's a struggle to break friends.
Is anything not a struggle?
It's a struggle to live
It's a struggle to die.
Is anything not a struggle?
It's a struggle to say good bye
It's a pleasure to say hi,
Was anything ever a struggle or was I?
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My Little Bubble
PoetryA bubble wraps around her-its almost suffocating. A collection of poems.
