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If life is a precious gift
then why is it so bad?
on your birthday you love getting those gifts
all tyed up with those frilly pink bows,
but in my life,
everything is so different,
you hear people say they see the world through
rose tinted glasses
I see the world through the black lens of time,
I see life as somhing were forsed to partisapate in,
like a neverending hell,
it's just that here
everything is shut,
all closed doors,
there you just sit and watch the happy people
live their lives to the fullest,
I have a dead end street to pave,
right now i'm just purchasing the matriels to do it,
like the phrase
"Life is like a bowl of cherries,"
yea the sour cherries right of their goddamn branch,
is their a point to live?
why don't people take risks?
you only live once right?
why be stuck in a world goverened by hell
when you can sleep in a bed made of flowers?
is their an answer?
who know,I sure don't...
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