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Created on: July 08, 2009
No matter how much I seem to try,
I cannot seem to be a far cry,
I do not want to be the same,
As all who play this silly game,
This farce of a life that we hold so dear,
That passes fleetingly by year after year,
It is said that nothing new is beneath the sun,
There is nowhere to hide and nowhere to run,
So all I can do is be the best Me,
For it is the only way that I will truly be free.
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