Here without some peace of mind,
I struggle to keep my feet planted on the ground,
Could there be a button for life; called rewind?
To go back in time to change everything around.
Constantly working and debts to be paid,
Life is split between rich and the poor;
People come in and out of our lives; in time we all fade,
Because it's a cycle that goes round some more.
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The Girl With The Gift
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