Life,
Oh how its short,
It goes by fast,
Without any resort,
Days go by,
You wonder why,
Everything is dark,
All the souls beyond the walls,
Of everything made between laws,
I lie all day wondering when my day will come,
Watching the things,
Happening all the damn time,
I watch skys grow dim,
And grass grow tall,
But im still surrounded by love and hate,
Between these walls of fate.
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