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Yes, This is Real Life


Limbs numb,

Hearing lost,

Tears dried,

Anger Concentrated,

Frustration built-up,

Spirit broken.

 

Nothing in this world is free,

Never truly has been,

Never will be,

Nothing is free,

Not any more.

 

Success is not given,

Wealth is a product,

Education is a tool,

I need it all.

 

I have no help,

There is no help,

I am alone,

I am lost.

 

Its up to me,

Its under my control,

I will have it all.

 
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