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Sliced

Everybody wants a slice,
And soon there's nothing left.
No little piece of me, for me,
No life for me to live.

Just a few more laps to run,
Racing round the Sun;
A few more pointless laps of toil,
Until my life is done.

No one just wants me for me;
No one really cares;
They live to meet their selfish needs,
And feed their own desires.

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