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You ever wonder why the world throws things at you?
Or why it is that things ever
turn out as you planed them to
Do you ever questions the chocies that you have made?
Do you wish for one second, that you could hold the crystal ball to your future?
If it could tell you what you were placed on this earth to do?
If you were to become something?

Do happy endings really exist?
Or are we just god's play toys?
Can he brake us apart and expect us to pick up the pieces and start anew?
Is it a game to watch people suffer?

I often Wish that I could cry,
Fall upon my knees, to burry everything beneth me.
To finally get a chance to notice the little things in life go by
Open my world to everyone to see,
I often hope that no one will truly see the pain that
lays with in me,
The fear of everyday life buddled up with in my soul.
The sense of failer I feel every waking moment,
the will to be so much more.