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It seem I am always being used for this job.
Don't mind it though.
But it get old real fast.
I learn that this job will be the death of me if I make a mistake.
But I continue working.
Never stop doing what people need of me.

There was once a simple time, but as time goes on it get more complicated by the minute.
Fighting every day to make thing that need to happen happens.
It not simple and it get exhausting real fast.
But I don't care really.
Because I been train and grew up knowing this is my life.
And why will there be anything better than this.
Even if I die I don't care.
Because at least I get from point A to point B.
That what really matter.

In truth what if it different and I was someone else.
Or I was my enemy for change thinking on how their lives run.
Do they have joy in their life or happiness?
Is there love and care.
Or have thing change for the worse.
They might be saying why must we fight, but we do.
That just the job and something I grew up with.
Trying to think on how other people think is hard.
But I know me and that what it will always be.

Why do we always have to fight other and make thing happen the way other need it to be done?
If there was a simple way of doing thing then I will take it.
But they not, so I guess I am stuck doing this job day in and day out.
Living the hell hole of a life.
Maybe someone will make me see a new light.
Maybe from an enemy or maybe from my friend.
Although I doubt it be my friend because they are the one that want this to happen.
But maybe my enemy I despise so much and want them dead but can't because of this job.
Maybe they are the key to my life and end happiness.
And if there a person out there that can show the light then I hope you find me.
Or I might just end up dead at the end of this.
So what will life bring me will just be determine by fate.
Oh well then.

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

It seem I am always being used for this job.
Don't mind it though.
But it get old real fast.
I learn that this job will be the death of me if I make a mistake.
But I continue working.
Never stop doing what people need of me.

There was once a simple time, but as time goes on it get more complicated by the minute.
Fighting every day to make thing that need to happen happens.
It not simple and it get exhausting real fast.
But I don't care really.
Because I been train and grew up knowing this is my life.
And why will there be anything better than this.
Even if I die I don't care.
Because at least I get from point A to point B.
That what really matter.

In truth what if it different and I was someone else.
Or I was my enemy for change thinking on how their lives run.
Do they have joy in their life or happiness?
Is there love and care.
Or have thing change for the worse.
They might be saying why must we fight, but we do.
That just the job and something I grew up with.
Trying to think on how other people think is hard.
But I know me and that what it will always be.

Why do we always have to fight other and make thing happen the way other need it to be done?
If there was a simple way of doing thing then I will take it.
But they not, so I guess I am stuck doing this job day in and day out.
Living the hell hole of a life.
Maybe someone will make me see a new light.
Maybe from an enemy or maybe from my friend.
Although I doubt it be my friend because they are the one that want this to happen.
But maybe my enemy I despise so much and want them dead but can't because of this job.
Maybe they are the key to my life and end happiness.
And if there a person out there that can show the light then I hope you find me.
Or I might just end up dead at the end of this.
So what will life bring me will just be determine by fate.
Oh well then.