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My life seems so confusing
having no direction or guidance have dreams, but are they worth the effort of making them reality. What is reality, to a man with only dreams What are dreams, to a man with no hope Hopes, dreams, and unanswered prayers Living in a world of endless despair living, am I really living or is this also part of my dream.
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