This Meaningless Life
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It is not your struggles
Or my struggles
We are all struggling
While walking down
The path of life
Each one is weaving a
Story as second is ticking by
Each one is breathing
While scribbling down
The events each moment
You are the hero
Who does all wrong and
Good deeds that
Come to nothing
As wind stops blowing
Inside out
The story will rot
Inside the cover of time
As body is eaten by ants
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