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As the voices in my head scream,
I tell myself it's just a dream.
Trying hard to console,
With the lies I enroll.
Maybe I did fool the world,
But what about my heart that had curled?
I stand at the cliff ready to bid the world goodbye,
But then I turn back and ask, "why should I?"

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