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Jan 9
All this pain
all the sleepless nights
the drive to do good
make that difference
to achieve the life's goal I set

all this crap has to be for something
right?
I'm not just suffering
for someone's else pleasure

the world wouldn't be that cruel
would it?
Writing of the Unknown
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