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My soul ,my heart is being
ripped to pieces.
I want to love, I want to feel!
But, so many things, stand in the way.
I do everything
I can to make people happy.
But what about me?
Where's my happiness?
I want to live my
life the way I want to.
But, I'm not.
So many things, stand in the way.
If I try to bring those
things down, sadness will come.
Sadness to others.
So, I have no choice.
I have to be the sad one,
I'll have to die inside.
Because so many things, stand in the way.
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