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In this life of strife
Begging for the knife
I am filled with hate
Too late
And love
From above
Tears flow
My afterglow
From giving and giving
Instead of living and living
How much is too much
I am the crutch
The leaning post
The perfect host
For all who care to vent
I must be heaven sent
Or God's tool
And everybody's fool
Let me out
I scream and shout
You laugh, then smile
And all the while
I die inside
I have no pride
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