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As i sit here and i write and i write I have a hard time figuring whats wrong or whats right everything is unknown, Happiness is long gone there is no longer a place to go every corner is filled with misery every corner is filled with trickery as time goes by, the room gets darker finding the light at the end of the tunnel gets harder the rivers are filled with tears everyone is running in fear it can corrupt even the most righteous mind we are almost running out of time sitting and doing nothing is a crime horrible monsters are eating everything up Do I have to do this, Man I must wake up
-John Johnson
2:57 AM
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