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Trapped in this place,
where I can't even pace,
I just have to keep my face,
down and act so fake.

I wake up from that dream,
discovering that,
that dream was always reality.

That people keep fooling you,
with their assuring smiles,
and you do too.

That there's nothing real here,
or there,
or anywhere.

Whether you fight,
in the darkest of nights,
or even in the open lights.

You wish you die,
without saying bye,
but you can't even commit suicide.

You open your eyes everyday,
and you sit down in your bed and lay,
thinking and planning what to say.

Cause it's all fake..

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