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I have nothing to offer
nothing to give my life is not my own on borrowed days do I live I wish I was more, could be there for you but everything's such a haze and I don't know what to do the harder that I try the more I seem to lose the question lingering ahead is which path do I chose? trying to find the way to the place I need to be and so much searching to find the true me
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