Candy, diamonds, pills, hundred dollar bills…

Life doesn’t bring us luck,

we must find it ourselves.

But does it even exist,

if I don’t believe in myself?

So lucky lucky,

but still filled with tragedy.

What tragedy awaits us?

What tragedy is to come to us yet?

Did we make it through?

Or is there still a lot we didn’t get?

The search continues,

as I get more confidence.

But even though I love myself,

I still hate myself.

Does that make any sense?

So lucky lucky,

but still filled with tragedy.

What tragedy awaits us?

What tragedy is to come to us yet?

Did we make it through?

Or is there still a lot we didn’t get?

So lucky lucky,

but still filled with tragedy.

So lucky lucky,

but still filled with tragedy…

What tragedy awaits us?

What tragedy is to come to us yet?

Did we make it through?

Or is there still a lot we didn’t get?

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I made it myself...

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