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the boys were stars
reaching their mark
i was a lone moon
hiding in the dark

walking blindly
i follow this path
it leads me to self loathing
i get lost in the dark

what am i supposed to do?
i hate what i have become
should i really be living?
because i have no purpose

all alone in my room
i release my cries
no one hears them
so i decide to finally close my eyes

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