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[mywaymylife]

down more often then not
face on the floor more over and more
just going to get by never going to touch the sky
were did it all go?
the passion, the noise, my soul
beyond this mystery, beyond what we as humans can see
the best intention is to live
but all I can do is die
5 hours from some semblance of truth
shed a tear from a duct that feels dry
to a weekend I had a moment of the past
torn in a ride to a hiding place that just isn't me