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This poem is about what i believe and stuff. |
| Upon the bed i lay on Waiting for sleep to come I think of my life My hopes my dreams I know now that none of them will ever be what i want So as i lay here i realize that life is what other people wish of you And want you to become I'm sick of people telling me what is legal and illegal Because of my decision My life is only an oblivion to the people around me |