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Dysfunction Life is dysfunctionally perfect....

Aren't we surrounded by dysfunction This what makes the world go round At times we are skeptics of our true selves The next we r surrounded by life of the unknown The fear makes us numb The inner happiness makes us laugh without any reason Cherish the every coming season Time passes by Grow out grey hair wrinkles become apparent Soon the body starts to give up But the spirit won't let go into the blissful eternal sleep A dysfunctioned life

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