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Sometimes I wonder what this life means,
What's the point of working hard or having dreams?
Being happy?
Nothing in this world is as it seems when not a man in it says what he means,
Then I become angry at the thought of giving up,
I have a fire inside of me, just my luck,
Traumatised by what I see,
So many in the world worse off than me,
Feel selfish and stupid for dreaming of Cupid,
Life is nothing like the movies eluded,
Sadness from madness this world provides,
Who decide's what my life should be, is it foretold, serendipity?
Can't be sure if this is reality,
Perhaps a test of fragility,
Sometimes I think death will be bliss's kiss,
Struggles and heartaches will not be missed,
But what of the day we have to pay?
Sharp intake of breath and begin to prey.