The Truth
We all have our problemsit's part of the game
But in all of our search
for fortune and fame
Things aren't exactly
what we thought they would be
So we're welcomed to the cold world
of reality
We live our lives
the best way that we can
But sometimes it's hard
and we don't understand
That we are all different
no one is alike
And nobody's wrong
but then no one is right
It all just depends
on the life that you live
And everyone's judged
by the help that they give
Some people won't give
and they really can't see
That their life is so empty
of what it could be
I give what I can
I know it ain't much
But each person I meet
I hope their life I touch
I want to be known
when my time is through
That I did what I could
for the people I knew
Poetry by Pure Evil
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Written on 2018-06-12 at 21:38
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