Try Poem by Dennis Bergeron

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I walk this world alone with no one else in sight
Sick of getting hurt, but always ready for the fight
Life hasn't turned out quite how I expected
Screwing up seems to be all that I've perfected
If life is a race then I feel I'm comming last
I give it all I got but I'm going nowhere fast
But that don't mean I'm just gonna let life pass me by
Because even if it kills me you can never say I didn't try

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