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Literary: Life S12 E01 (Trailer)
Fate gathered mishaps and gave you a bunch
You wouldn’t be burdened if you couldn’t handle this much
From schoolwork, family loss, break-ups
and a virus that makes you paranoid whenever someone coughs,
Though you believed in yourself, you weren’t sure if you were doing enough
Now, like a mountaineer reaching the top, you catch your breath
An author on the verge of finishing her greatest work yet,
You’re a vault jumper getting ready for her last attempt,
Your own version of Lightning McQueen,
Slowly approaching the finish line, red lights turning green
As the season draws to a close
Get ready to take a bow
To own the centerstage, absorb the applause of the crowd
Because once the moment’s gone, you’ll have to step down
You’ll begin another adventure, maybe here or in another town
Now, enough with the reruns—I’ll give you the trailer for my sequel’s Episode 1
The sun shines brightly, signaling you to begin
As if in a 2000s movie,
Before stepping forward, you take a deep breath and hold it in
You remind yourself it’s going to be different this time,
The feeling’s got you singing, “There’s something about the sunshine.”
But before you know it, busy days will fall upon you again,
So you scold yourself for thinking this wouldn’t happen
Deliverables will pile up, even on free days,
Then you’d keep on insisting that, “We were on a break!”
But you’ll stop being such a clown afterwards and do them anyways
After graduation, you’ll be mending your own heart
Because there’s no one you can trust to do that part
In exchange for this, you’ll have more time
For loving and annoying your friends and family,
And some binge-watching of The Big Bang Theory
As you reach the climax, another plot twist takes place
You’ll receive countless emails from universities you cannot face
With the first two letters, there’s a chance you’ll be heartbroken
Your morale will be down, tears will build up
But with shaky hands you’ll open the letter and feel like you’re back on top
But, woah, stop!
I know the trailer has you excited, but there’s no need to rush
The next season’s release is not for another five months
So do not make haste, my dear, this isn’t a race
Make sure to end this season first with your affairs in place
You’ve made your boundaries crumble, like ashes burned by flames—
And would you look at that, Steve Harvey just called your name!
It’s time to lava-walk and strut your stuff onstage
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