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I started to think and I'm loosing my grip.
Maybe what I really need is an anonymous tip.
But what has this world come to?
I'm so confused and need to know what to do.
I silent scream for help in the night.
My own thoughts are just filling me with fright.
I've got no controll of my feelnigs in this time.
My happyness is messured by the side of a dime.
I'm everything but real when I put up a smile.
I need to get away in some sort of exile!
I want the tormention in my mind to go away.
I need to get to a place where I can stay.
I'm an empty shell and a walking lie.
Now I'm open and about to cry.
Scream for hunger and lust.
Still my pride has been spiked on a razorbacks tusk.
My soul has been pierced by hatred and pain.
I hope that this sadness isn't in vein.
Male me complete for I am soar.
This is me expressing a thrembeling roar.
Towards the freedome I think I ssek.
Maybe this is my last week.
Expect the things you can't figure out.
This is my very own, silenced shout...
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