by Samantha Jo Stinnett
No matter how many friends a person may have
They can still feel lonely.
No matter how loving there family may be
They can still feel lonely.
No matter how beautiful a rose may look
Its' thorns will still make your fingers bleed.
No matter how happy a person may act
They can still find themselves crying every night.
No matter how good food may look
It can always be ones enemy.
No matter how evil a knife may look
It can always seem like the answer.
No matter how long life may be
It can always be shortened.
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