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"Strife"
It is my soul
That always weeps
This raging sorrow
Never sleeps
I often wake
Just to die
For every smile
I have to cry
Why did this have
To come to me?
Maybe one day
My soul will be free
People see
A perfect life
But hidden behind
Is all the strife
In this strife
Is loss & sadness
My mind is driven
Into madness
