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What was the purpose of creating me
Why have I spent all my days just wishing to be free
I once heard a prophet say the problem children are the most gifted
Maybe that explains why my fate and demise have shifted
A poet to You but a criminal to the world
What was the benefit of hanging on to Your every Word

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