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Love forgotten, pity are less, happiness are gone
You were born to feel the burden of the world, censure behind your back,  menace people acting innocently.

Reckon if they still care, gazing through this slanted window brights me up.

I was a teenage suffering anxiety, feeling lost, trying to find myself, sadly I am literally lost in this hollow

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