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Mar 2014
Lost in time
And lost in thought
How did I forget
The thingsΒ Β I was taught

Life seems like a game
Filled with enormous pain
And it cuts like a knife
As it all seems the same

Day in and day out
My mind is so troubled
I pray on my knees
Cause my life is in rubble

Theses tears that I've shed
From my heart that has bled
My blood it does trickle
But nothing is said

So I set here tonight
This needs to be right
But sure enough said
I'd be better off dead
Dennis Bielanski
Written by
Dennis Bielanski  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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