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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.

adventureconfusiondeathdepressiondevotionrhyme

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