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Sep 2013
There better be a reason to why I was put on this earth.
Becuase I have been suffering like it's my talent.
I have yet to find the meaning of life.
I have yet to actually live it.
I love to sing with such passion but no one can hear me.
I want to know what it is I am suppose to do because I've tried everything.
They say there is an explanation for all the things but no one helps me find it.
I change the person I want to be everyday like it is a shirt.
I find myself as pathetic as everyone else on this earth.
Yes I am talking about you and you and you.
Don't you dare get upset because you know it's the truth.
Ari
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