life is like a drop of water
slowly becoming what it is going to be
slow at first then faster it grows, growing up big for its life
it falls down, and has to survive by itself for a while
then it gets closer to ending
it becomes unstable and wobbly
at its weakest point when it finally hits the ground
there life goes, slow at first but quick to finish
falling all by its lonesome as it grew
then it all ended when it it rock bottom
and in its a place another drop starts to form
slow at first, then faster its life goes
until one day, waking up is not a possibility.
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