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What do you do

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Onosokie

Published: Mar 30, 2008

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Literature Text

When the world falls apart,
turns to chaos leaving nothing
untouched, unaffected, unhurt...

What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a distant memory.

When you're all alone,
forgotten despite all those who
knew you, cared, and loved you...

What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a painful memory.

When everyday is a struggle,
to get up and simply live,
to continue, to repeat, to exist...

What do you do,
what do you do.
When everything that mattered
is long gone, nothing more
then a hopeless dream...

What do you do?
What do you do...

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