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The Riddle of Life


We are stuck, intertwined, in this riddle we call life,

Full of the dull ache of pain and silent suffering of lonely nights,

Only to wake and start the cycle over again.

We are lost in our thoughts,

Trying to find out what we are really looking for.

Then we realize we've been running in never ending circles,

Chasing a happiness we would never find.

When we open our eyes all we see are the dull lights of a sleepless city

Full of hopeless people, stuggling to stay alive.

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