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Life can get you downLife can get you down, you don't know what to do. You're sick of all the obsticles, and troubles you go though. It seems one day you're happy, and the next day you are sad. You wish that you could disappear, because you're sick of feeling bad. Don't let the troubles of life, Change who you are inside. Roll with the punches and don't give up, walk with your head held high. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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