I’ve Been Beaten By All The Worlds
Wandering In This Black Room
Don’t Know Where To Go And
I’m Just Lost Inside This Place
Don’t Know What To Do
Just Waiting For My Destiny
To Come To Me And Pick Me Up
Where It Want To Drop Me Out
Aim Was Higher And Higher
And Work To Reach There Was
Also Not Bad As You Think
But Fate Defended My Thoughts
Now All The Views Are Ended
I’m Now Just Praying To Get
What I Want To Get, I Need Reward
For What I’ve Done This Much Work
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Rewards and self-satisfaction are just contrary to each other! ! ! ! ! Nice poem! ! !