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unfinished atm
siting outside in this peacefull place
people knowing nothing, exept what i show on my face.
My thoughts stay stuck inside my mind,
all the bad days beating me down, like a stick to the spine.
Can you hear my screams, deep into the night?
As i cant hold them in any longer, the days are so long.
The nights are a scary thing to face,
things i see i wish i could only earse.
The memories, never go away,
i wish i could run far, from the things in my mind.
i like it, i wish i could
i like it, i wish i could forget things as well.