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Sometimes I think I'm not made for the world sculpted from ice my right to live in my corner house I truly wish I could skip this life and move to the next I don't think my hurt can take the complexity or this test I be losing my mind im so tired of crying and wish the world would close around me in the back of mind you died and I didn't even cry not a single tear I know that throughout all of these years my life wasn't at all clear I couldn't have pink skies or see the night sky I was so afraid to blink so I wouldn't cry now that I'm older and can't allow it I want to feel how others feel I always felt like I've given enough I always felt never enough I overload my self to make you happy when all you did is make me cry

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