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Sometimes
We are brought into this world
Without a care
It almost seems like we aren’t there

Our soul is lost and hurt
And people don’t notice
For those who are supposed to love us
Only beat and bruise us

We are scared and haunted
By distant memories
Demons of the past
Life itself appears worthless

Why were we born into this
This never ending torture
We search for a reason
For such treason

What was it that we did
To deserve the pain
Are we really terrible souls
Who deserve to suffer?

The reason may reveal itself
Or it may not
But whatever it is
It's there and it's true