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****OK this is a work in progress, any ideas whatsoever are greatly appreciated****
I don't know how to act,
I don't know how to be.
This person that I'm playing,
Isn't the real me.
Hiding in the darkness,
From the affection that i fear.
Against my will am helpless,
Oh the cruel cards that they deal!
Nails are bitten brittle,
Clothes are falling apart.
My hair just kind of lies there,
My chest burns from lack of heart.
The years are flying by now,
Soon i shall forget.
I wonder if that's better sometimes,
That way there's no chance of regret.
Hate alone surrounds me,
Although I can scarcely know.
How much love there is just out there,
I'll never get to go.
Abuses painful consequences,
Nestled deep inside.
Love and affection make no sense,
Part of me has died.
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