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Look At the world it's so beautiful
Yet look again it could be apocryphal
Questionable, unbelievable
How can it be beautiful but also harsh to most?

Your life is miserable
But not as horrible as the life of a roaming ghost.

People do nothing but boast
Ego is spreading like a plague
Depression keep hitting your vision
Like a thick fog

So what does it have to do with the real you?

If you think dying is the best
Just bid the world "adieu"
But blame it on no one but thou.

I stand at the top and so you

I stand above all

To break that wall

That wall between me and the ability that I desire

The ability that everyone admires

To be me

Be yourself so you can stand up

The end