how i had to pass

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there are many pieces of dust flying around me,
there is a lot of dust flying splinters,
the dust flakes increasingly growing thicker,
cover my eyes,
giving a load on my shoulders,
adding to the burden on my mind,
how I had to pass,
when
I have to live each day as it comes.

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