my life is real
sometime to real for me to feel
so don't even try to concieve
my life's diary
see when i look back
on the hard life i lived
i relive all the pain and tears
i withstood year after year
but when i look ahead
i see
the better life go is yet to give me
he says be glad and rejoice in me
through your time of suffering
i never seemed to understand this
because i looked at
why is this happening now
instead of
this will make me stonger later
so now i thank god now and forever
as for me going back
to my old life... never
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