Life
Whats life
That's the question
That acts like a knife
Some say its a session
Others swear its pure depression
But truly think
And ask yourself this
If you blink
What will you miss
Who are you
And who do you link
Surely your are more than a drop of ink
In this book
Bound by glue
Which you have to travel trhough
Now does that include me too
For many times youve said
Deja Vu
And ultimately
Have no clue
In the lifetimes thatt have pass
What are the crimes that one has
No one knows
So how can you state
Im not
your
fate
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