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creation and pain are our gamenoticeing this doesnt end its tinrency
it only makes it more evdnent
this lose this pain we feel , its a stand alone
at the end of the day is alone
and come along with this well of tears is a sadness so profound it fears
unnoticed by even the keenest eyes , lays this pain on its side
cast out in a world of hate and greed we try and create
but what is there , what is left
for us to heal from this hate
but toes and fingers and crys of babes
but yet still this pain is be remained
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