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But to have no dreams
Is equivalent of being dead

Will you feel truly ‘alive’
If you’re not living, just being fed?

You cannot trust anybody
They want to see you shattered

Everyone will trample on your dreams
And tell you, you never mattered

So what’s there in this life?
Do you have an answer?

What’s one supposed to do
When every breath feels like cancer

The ominous rules deceive you

Ones that you can’t really bend

I bid you adieu, this isn’t for me
It’s a joyous time now, it’s The End.

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