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Life To Me

I don't like to sleep... Alone that is Daydreamers think... Too long that is, for their sake Days as short as the lives of greats We miss the mistakes because of the stakes we raise Watched not raised we forgot to praise but prey We became when we lost for what we came Did that title make you a name Or did that title take the place of your name In that case Who are you Not what do you do, but rather what makes you do What puts you at ease What is it about all your dreams That helps u survive and believe Cry and then Bleed Lie and then cheat U can deny your defeat but Pain ant nothin but ah past time for me It hurts so good, I must be alive, what ah life for me

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