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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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