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Sometimes I'm sinking so far into the fear and hate of others that 
I can't look at myself anymore. 

I see nothing but a stranger that stands face-to-face with me.

Someone just someone, realize something wrong; wrong with me. 

What's going on is wrong.

That all of this is wrong.

Save me from the subjective eyes of others.

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