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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   
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