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My life


The days of my life become strife uncommon with fight.

Poranoid yet,  contradicting, kitten in a dog eat dog world.

For some time life has been a mystery to me, something close to a mystery.

Some days sad of depression others happiness full of  candy.

Tired of loving with nobody to love.

But life in time shows true colors always show.

And now its a new year but thats somehow the same me in this life.

Life life life life life I come in strife and fight.

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