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If the society was to judge me,
I think I'll be the last

They'd probably hate me,
because of my past

If they could really see,
what's going on inside my head,

I wouldn't bear it,
I'd probably already be dead

All my thoughts run around,
They swiftly leave and enter my mind

Am I crazy, am i mad?
I don't think many would understand...

But still, maybe even I,
Could be accepted without any lie

But that's for the world,
I suppose.

But for now,
there's not that many who "I" oppose.

Even few friends stick around
I guess for now, I'm just stuck in a roundabout

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