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An empty mind I reside in,
A broken home that I hide in,
My poems may seem fucked up, but just know that I'm try-in,
I suffer in silence, you'll never see me cry-in,
So unmotivated, stay in bed, these warm sheets that I lie in,
You may never see my pain, but know inside I'm die-in.

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