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Don’t you hate it when life seems to pick on you?
The way it smiles when it hits you with something sharp
the way it laughs at you when you fall
how it manipulates your surrounding so that nothing seems right
and then makes you feel like everything’s your fault?
it may look so great one minute then chaotic the next
life is so deceiving that if I were to hope for something
I would only get a smirk and a kick on the back
with a whole day under the rain
sometimes I just want to scream out loud
and finish everything in my own hand
but then as I think about it, its just another one of life’s games
sometimes I just want to get it over with
and sleep for the rest of my life
sometimes I think death is more peaceful

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