Seven

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Holding back tears
About to cry
Not many know me
No matter how hard I try

Pick a place
Pretend it's home
No more freedom
I feel alone

This all means nothing
To everyone but me
Yet I wish to go
Where I can be free

My sanity is slipping
Day by day
I awake crying
Here, I can't stay

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