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Tied by a knot called problem
Held a knife to cut the string
When I did, I fell down and die
Without knowing,being left behind

Speak softly and tell me why
Of all the things that passed by
Did everything for us to survive
You chose me to die and you, alive

Lending a hand means giving it back
Why stab a pointed thing at my back?
Can we not make it simple though
Living a world with me and you?

Giving you that trust, they called
Why choose it be broken and betrayed
Need not to worry nor it be explained
For I understood and got it covered.

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