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Poem discusses the adversity felt when feeling the pressures of society.

The winding path goes on for miles
Filled with lust and pedophiles
It's known to us as happiness
Felt by some as complete bliss
Though laughter blinds us from the truth
The pain still grows, through our youth
So come with me, you won't regret
Dancing in the sillhouettes

We live a life of broken dreams
Full of hope, or so it seems
Continue on from year to year
Fight so hard to persevere
Through something that's so deceiving
Sense of truth, always leaving
Success is measured by our loss
Given to few without cause

Cling to a hope that we call love
Search for paths to rise above
From this truth this feeling saves us
Hope and love, so contagious
Our savior, this deep emotion
Thus, we give pure devotion
The fact of death, we disregard
Thick or thin, we try so hard