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Floss (Free verse) by jauser
Sometimes I'm scare, sometimes I'm not
I've been put here to stay, to rot
The meaning of life is to find yourself
Find your path and discover your direction
Pick yourself up from losses and rejection
Defeat is not the end, sure w/e, farking great
Endless pain, endless hate
Tragedic incidents, life's obstacles brings me down to
Just like wood, rot
But I'll hang, live 'til I die, grow
The more one live the more one'll know
As long as I'm standing, 'll be nature
With my root I'll burst, mature
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