The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.

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Life's a struggle and it's hard.
There's nothing you can do.
Just get trough it.
I hate my life. There's nothing new.
But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdueAll Rights Reserved

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