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Life


I live in this game we call life, Just wanting to fit in and be happy. Sometimes its hard to do. You either fit in but you're not happy OR You're happy but don't fit in. There's rarely a time when both are present. Its hard trying to please everyone. Sometimes you try and do too much you're exhausted. Eventually you learn how to balance things out. For some it takes longer than others. When it finally happens, we all have that feeling of relief, and relaxation. And we think: "Finally my time has come."
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