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Difficult


Difficult to say, difficult to do Someone yelling here, another at you Tired of hearing your name shouted Tired of being the last one at it All alone, you seem to be Until one day, you open your eyes and simply see That the world around you is only what you make I make mine with rainbows and sun shines and smiles everywhere And soon the difficulty washes away, and you are just you
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