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There comes a time
When life isn’t worth a dime
In my eyes I see the world of hatred
Nothing is sacred
And I begin to wonder what’s the point to living
When life seems so trifling
With all the pain
My heart and soul are stained
With doubt and wonder
As I continue to ponder
Why I am here
In this world with so many tears and fear

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