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Sometimes I feel like smiling Other times I feel like crying At times there is so much anger I never knew I had But then i stop and think It's not only me I am not alone searching for this place we all call home If this is true then why do I feel so blue Searching for something that could be my throne Where do I go We'll I don't know Maybe I should follow this path Will it lead to destruction, eruption, and hate I'm unsure Don't know where to go All alone with no one to call my own On this journey to a place we all call home
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