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These lives we've been given,
come not without due.
Born with a debt,
of us all this is true.
Made to fall for love.
To endure relentless pain.
After life residence,
depends on emotional strain.
The time we have,
not a gift for us to keep.
Just an entertained loan,
forced on us with Interest reaped.
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