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My Life
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Other Life, or to be specific, my life
I live great, I never need a knife
But there are those days
You want in many ways
For you to get it right
All before night
Now as you know
The good days, they slow
They continue on as the bad days grow
As the good days blow
Away from the light
And into the night
Life for me
In a century
Will be no good
From what they could
And until I weep
And go into internal sleep
I am nothing to see
I am nothing to be
