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To live


Living wanting to sleep

Or living wanting to die

Fighting to make a living

No one really knows why

At the end is it gone

Are we living for love

Its realy hard to know

Whats waiting above

I hope its all rest

that sounds so great

But pain is is the test

its not death

without pain

I would hold my breath

I pray to God

That he holds a place

For me to stay

At the end of my race

 

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