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Sadness abounds and hope is missing in a broken world full of nothing but heartache and tears —rejections abound— it's suddenly all about the coins in one's pockets and not on the joy of the quiet nights by the beach —I know now— that's how it is
Where is happiness in a soul full of tension issues, and the thirst for something nobody can and will give —death and ruin abound— was this really that it means to be human? There's no respite —problems are an endless race to wear down the best runner —I know now— liberty is gone and peace has faded —that's how it is
