"The Struggle"
Life isn't easy and each day it's a struggle.
The times I face are kind of hard.
Living life wondering how will I survive.
I wonder, is it too soon to be in my graveyard?
I wake up every morning wondering,
How can I afford the things I need.
Then I just sit here pondering,and
My hearts begins to bleed.
The agonizing struggle brings me pain.
Leaving my struggles behind me.
Sometimes I wish I can get on a train.
Yet they still find me.
Even though life is tough.
I always keep my head up.
Struggling is rough,
But I'm not giving up.
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