What am I to expect from these coming year, are they to be filled with joyous tears?
Will I change for better or worse, or maybe even end up in a hearse.
I might bloom into a beautiful rose, or succumb to a fate worse than those.
But all in all I shall live life, for I must discover that amazing strife.
That is Happiness.
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