We strive and toil, find and lose, Search and find, cry and laugh, We lay to rest, hope for a better dawn, Is this a curse or a blessing we search,
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I gaze at this modern man, So deeply entrenched in himself, He loses focus, He forgets how to love, How to hate, How to cherish, I pity him, I pity myself, For I am this man, With an ego larger than the world,
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I Am Not Yet Born
I am not yet born, guard me, From the winter's biting cold, From the monsters, horrid breath,