In life's chance, I am burdensome with limbos weight on my shoulders
Sacrificial memories of all things given , liberated and freely set; the man said
"This is life. It's as real as it gets"
Regretful tears form in my remorse of what fates cards could indeed hold for my life at this point
And even as I'm hopefully optimistic of my journey; I fear that fear of failure and its obscenities bearing . That fear is as real as my cold steel of this gerny
His words continue to ring as I cry at the thought of failing, allowing this to die
"This is life. It's as real as it gets"
Profound as it may sound; here, I'd find comfort in a lie. A lie the sheep tread daily to avoid the brutes' punishment of the man's words that still sit
" This is life. It's as real as it gets"
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