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In this life I walk alone, Along a path that is hardly known. Against the world, against my fears, Fighting nothing but hopes and tears. Here I find a lonely rose, It cries so softly that nobody knows. I hold it tight so thorns pierce through, Dripping down is blood so blue. I continue on my path so grey, Into the darkness of vast array. A voice so lonely it will never be heard, A life so worthless it should just be interred.