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Each day is harder to get through

My head it is spinning, I don't think I'm winning the race

Whenever I think of the future

I just see the one thing that might bring a smile to my face


To be where I belong

Is the force that keeps me going on


Sometimes life seems to slow down

I try to move faster 'cause disaster is hot on my heels

Maybe I don't have to worry

Perhaps I'll keep learning concerning the way that I feel


Each day is harder to get through

My head it is spinning, I hope that I'm winning the race

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