all alone in this world
hoping for no tomorrow
i'm only going to be hurled
thriving on my sorrow
nothing or nobody to live for
days repeat thereselves
i am not rich but poor
when it comes to myself
and my happiness
days go by
i settle for less
i feel hope die
everyday i wonder why
can not feel
can not heal
all this f*cking strive
this was my life
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