Life
Life is rough
Everytime I get back up everyone pushes me down
I give up
No point in living in this world always feeling down
No way
I heard someone telling rumors about me, again my feelings start to sway
Why me
I asked many questions and everyone ignored, and laughed silently
I need friends
I asked many people to be my friends, only one came but I still made amends
Happy again
But I am glad I met this friend he made me feel free and made my suffering end
The end
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