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The road goes on for a while
All I can taste is my own stomach bile

Down inside me
Im not right in the way I should be
I just want to be free from my prison of me
Others think Im bright because they dont know

They dont know
How much its been blown

Theres not another day
That deep inside me
That stuck between the grays
I dont wish to believe

Im normal and just fine
But I'd never be anywhere near divine

Thats not who I am
No one truly can see
But I do not see either, I'm framed
Framed to be someone I may or may not be, I am never free

From the thought
I've been dropped

On an island that is desolate
No one hears my screams
Everyone believes I'm full of shit
That nothing is what it seems

But why cant you just trust
I guess you think its wonder-lust

Im so confused, so scared but that is not my fault
Its all because of the sexual assault

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