Even if the death is on the line
I never felt death in my infant life
Being just a month old my mom hold me
Not for too long like others love
As a child I am jealous in some family I see
Because I don't know if they care for me
I struggle with my own sense
Finding my own reason to be here
I accomplished most things others only wish to be
But I still felt this pressure
If I give up where am i, would everyone treat me the same?
I was born having a bit of life
Because my death is always on the line
I almost die a couple of time
But here I am trying to believe
I seen my real family because of hope
The hope I never thought it would bring in the past I dream to be in this future
I am not giving up even if this pressure always made me lose
Because of that bit of life
I learned to still find kindness in everyone else life
I know there will be many danger in this society
That's why no life makes sense
Because without everyone else
Why this life became life?
With this bit of life can try to be a bit of hope
Hard to say when everyone can make this world a better place
Hard to say why everyone made this place a messy place
But it's hard to know without a care
Bit of life gives me hope in life.

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