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No time left
Only a hole in my chest
We must return
To a life so stern
Our freedom is over
As the end seems closer
How do I feel today?
I guess there is not much to say
Every day feels the same
The Frustration is becoming hard to tame
I pray tomorrow won't be just another day
Sometimes I wished my parents would understand
Why I feel sometimes like I'm not strong enough to stand
Why I consider myself to be so bland
When I have so many things in the palm of my hand
Sometimes I wished even I could understand

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