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May 2015
they always told me,
your family will be all you have left,
when your trust is in theft,
when you've fallen and waiting for the best
when your fading in the darkness
and everyone is up in the falseness
but I've come to a rare conclusion
in the end, we live alone,
and we'll die alone,
everything else is merely an illusion
lost in confusion
false fairy tales made up in your mind,
your pulse is racing, time is wasting
were being tested in a world that's infested
the contestants are waiting in line,
so divine, this life of mine
so prepare for the end of time.
Janine Sleiman
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