Life's A Paradox

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He is the painting amongst sculptures,
Pardon me if I regret this Father, these are my confessions I'm selfish, reckless, and restless Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine I suppose that's just how time flies
The dark night of my soul Please save me If it takes hold I don't know which way is home I'm lost and it's oh so cold I hate how I'm so alone
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