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My Life
My life is no pot of gold.It is filled with coal instead.
My life is nothing anyone would want.I would rather be dead.
My life is not filled with any happiness.Nor is it filled with joy.
My life is nothing but hell.I guess I am the devil's toy.
My life brings me pain.I never escape,not for one day.
My life never see's sunshine.Only storms come my way.
My life never seasons.It just stays the same.
My life never has spring, the new life.It has winter the dead, cold, and lame.
My life has no begining.Nor does it have and end.
My life will be more depressing if I add another line to this poem again.
