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Even among my dearest friends
I feel alone
The paranoia of not being good enough
Hid under a stone mask
I only truly feel at peace
With music running through me
Saying what I can't
When I try to communicate
It comes out hostile
Angry
Bitter
My pen is my only condolance
The truth flowing through the ink
Black with words I cannot speak

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 08, 2013 ⏰

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