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the irony which is life


people laugh untill they cry

sometimes we cut untill we bleed

people see how they want to see

but for me life is just a big fat dream

a reality where all is well

a place whee i dont have to dwell

on why life is just so hard

and moving is just as lifting a tonne of larde

its apparently tied around my leg

which makes dreaming feel like drowning instead

where i go when i close my eyes

is a place i happily wish to know'but if i had to choose life or death

if you knew me youd know which option i think was best

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