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When all you wanna be is understood it's hard to know that the only one to know what you feel is you you can't display your emotions because you can't specific say what you feel without confusing the hell out of yourself and the ones you love you feel like the only one that knows and the only one with the burden and people ask what's wrong and can't figure out what's goin on yet when you say what's on your mind there all blind and can't see the picture that your displaying because you're the only one that know what's goin on inside you and when you can't
figure it out yourself it's a living hell its like sitting in a pitch black room with a bell ringing and chiming and blind never being able to find that one thing you desire most peace of mind and the tranquil feeling of happiness and serenity in this time all you feel is emptiness like something's missing and you can't figure out what it may be that's the living hell for me

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