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People say they know me
Just because they know my name people say they I'm free
And that drives me insane

Nobody has taken the time
Or ever asked who I am
They just ask for my name
Or ask me to play a game

I'm different
I'm broken
There's something different inside
And I want it out

I've cried
I shout
My tears make a Stream
Sometimes I wish I was a dream

What is your name
What is your age
I'm a story
But I'm the lost page

Won't anybody listen
To anything I say
Well nobody is going to
At least not until this day

I don't make sense
I say alot of nonsense
But I tell you it's true
But nobody understands especially not you
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Hey, so right now I can't think of a title for this poem, so please (only if you want to) give in your suggestions for a title. If I get any responses I will chose my favourite one or if there is only one, and I will say the name of the person who suggested the name. Peace out
Freak

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