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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