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Is it the money that defines me or maybe the joy and materials it brings to my heart,
it's like everything i used to chase after just lead me deep into the ground from the start.
A child screams for her mother,
A man cries for his wife,
A young boy holds the only thing keeping him alive.
There is silence all around
It's pointless as far as I can see.
Once you had dreams of enlightening the minds of children.
But now that you step into reality