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Bitter Voice

Have I create as a million fool,
Or being just Your only cool?
Why would I to be in rotten ways,
If others could have swing the rays?

Have I create by a wizard touch,
Or a failure of Your lazy lush?
Why is that whenever I grow my roots,
If it means for me to trap my foots?

Have I create solely over yesterday joy,
Or to live like a future broken toy?
Why is even a humble life that I hope,
If is tight with an unreachable rope?

Have I create to finding an answer,
Or to be questions to the rest of the year?
Why if it means for me to be a trouble,
If would have been better as I was disable.

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