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What is life
but a stage a play, a performance Are you the star; do they cheer Do you dress in character and spout pious phrases written by another Phrases that you know will win you favor Or do you speak words that are real words that cause the masses to despise your name Are you the villain whom the crowd loves to hate Or the friend that speaks inane; simply comic relief Maybe yours is the role of support unseen, unheard What is your role did you decide Or did you accept the one in front of you the easy path the path of least resistance?
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