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To be or not to be
That is a question that goes through my head
As I watch people shout with glee
And others who get shot dead
I sometimes wonder Why?
People look upon me with a leer
And as I look up into the sky
All I find are answers that aren't here
I know I am different
I know I am not the same
I never did pay my rent
And yet no one came
And as I listen to the bell
I wonder why I am going through this Hell
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