No chance to go crazy,
Because I was always that way,
It's been like that forever,
From the beginning of time,
If fate is written,
A set plan for our lives,
Then the author of my life,
Has written me a struggle in this chapter.
Don't know what it is,
But I see the ink run red,
A pen grasped tight,
I wish to rewrite my life,
But there's no way to erase,
These things set out,
Even as tears cause ink to run,
There is sadness still to come.
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