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Reality is like a slap on the face.
Life's reminder to you,
That things won't always be
Perfect.
It's like getting out of bed
On a freezing winter morning.
Or getting out of a hot shower
And stepping onto the cold floor.
Reality is even like solitaire.
Losing with only 0 points
After a 100 game winning streak.
Reality is being happy one minute,
Then finding pictures
That remind you of a love now lost.
Like wishing on a star
Only to realize it's a plane.
Reality is like a door.
Open wide one minute,
Then slammed shut in your face the next.
Reality is finding out
You can't live happily ever after
Forever.
Life's reminder to you,
That things won't always be
Perfect.
It's like getting out of bed
On a freezing winter morning.
Or getting out of a hot shower
And stepping onto the cold floor.
Reality is even like solitaire.
Losing with only 0 points
After a 100 game winning streak.
Reality is being happy one minute,
Then finding pictures
That remind you of a love now lost.
Like wishing on a star
Only to realize it's a plane.
Reality is like a door.
Open wide one minute,
Then slammed shut in your face the next.
Reality is finding out
You can't live happily ever after
Forever.
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Can you say reality check? This was written after I was told a semi-painful thing and was made to realize that some things are not the way I thought they were.
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this is so true...