Exile is Overrated and Everything is Against Me

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tommyinnit 

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Not here to stay, or so I hear,
As my long awaited fate draws near.

The fire's warmth was long forgotten,
Inside the 'home' that I have gotten.

Glare at the clock, as it goes by,
I start to think all was a lie.

The only thing under the rain,
To keep me almost somewhat sane.

The mask that haunts me with a smile,
All throughout my long exile.

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