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And they say
There's always a way
I must be blind
Not to find
A reason to be alive
A chance to thrive
No way out- -
A voice shouts
Within me is a clutter
To put me in a flutter
Is this madness
Or plain sadness
That eats away at my soul
That won't let me be whole
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