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You can see

I'm dying inside myself,

my pitiful lies and

diabolic insensitivety.

Everyday,

I say the same words you know

are not true.

"I'm okay."

Lies, lies, lies.

I'm trying my best to stay sane,

but do I want with everything I have,

to just lose control.

I feel like if I do,

I'm going to hurt myself and others,

but I want it so badly.

I don't have the stomach for it.

I'm too weak to

hold so much power and

responsibility in my hands.

I'm just a peasant,

looking for fairness,

but too terrified.

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