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  Life is a piece of cake or so I thought. That is what I always hoped but never found, A little boy rolling around like a ball on the ground Pushing for more when I just never knew
11 years later, still dead inside. 11 years later, finally alive. 11 years later, afraid of what's new. 11 years later, ready for myself, part two?   11 years ago, my soul was dead.
I used to be here, Didn't we all. History shows, Powerful nations, Always fall. But we never worry, Never show fear.  Just shake our fists,  And drink a beer. No! Don't cry,
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