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goal

people see down
people often frown
and often wear a crown
of happiness; a round 
smiley face 
but like an untied shoe lace
they always have something to regret
something that they can never forget
it is often said
that threr's a place where all the demons are laid to rest
and they desperately claw 
scratch, dig deep down into their own flaw
and pull back as hard as they can
abck to the place where all the emotions are banned
where they must dig deep
and sweep
the floor of any and all ray of hope
yea when they've reached that place
they'll be one tough person to face
and from the darkness of that well
they will rise and swell
up to the skies
that is if they can stop the lies
that they've been telling themselves
that they are a worthless piece of trash
once they've cleared that lie
they can tie
themselve sto that faint ray of hope
people are stronger than the strong-
est rope
ever built by anything
both seen and unseen forces
and then they can see that 
place, that goal
-yakaa: jujaa

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