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Trying to make it in life


I'm sitting here looking in the mirror asking god why me why me god? Why I gotta be the one that want to go to college real bad but I can't because I don't have enough money why me god why I got to be the ones that struggle worse then everybody to try an better myself but something always get in my way to block me why me god why I gotta be the ones that helps others but others don't help me why me god why got to be the one ? All I ask is why? Why why why? But I always will ask why and never know why.
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