Just Is
one two three times now
i should of been dead
im still breathing how
a different force had lead
should of died like the rest
i excepted and wondered
misery at its best
as my sins tortured
forced to live this life
my soul cryed
knew there was no light
just darkness down inside
my body is my cell
here my soul is trapped
the feeling is of hell
just alot of crap
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