Often times I wonder
What I'm living for
Sometimes it seems my life
Is like a revolving door
Just going round and round
It never seems to stop
Sometimes I'm not too sure
If I belong here or not
But I'll keep on struggling
Trying to make things right
Knowing that I may not
Ever win this fight
12-3-18/RjH
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