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Sometimes you make me feel strong when I feel weak Sometimes you make me weak when I should be strong It's something about that grey smoke that seems so colorful Why am I a slave to your grip
To all the people who are forced to work rather than live: Stress is the side effect of life squanderously spent; Of undue labor, toil, and strife; Why do we demand so much sweat in this life?
To be stuck on a virtually deserted island is painful enough... No technology. No family. No friends. Food?!!?! Ok. So maybe I can do without the technology. It'll be better for my brain...
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