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Diving into the fray of life,
Every moment seems filled with strife.
So hard sometimes to stay aloft,
Trying so hard to ignore the jeers and scoffs.
It never seems to cease,
Never letting me have any peace.
Yet, perhaps in the end I’ll win.

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