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Sometimes I find myself In the worst of moods Wanting to never be around Those that care about me Not that I care I'd rather run away from my problems Life's too complicated Easier to end it Yet it goes on What's the point Of living Lives of quite desperation Somewhere inside lies Drives to power I want to grasp the thoughts of others And I'm ready to anything for it It that too much to ask Or do you give a care?
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