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Why do I not feel alive,

Stuck in this room, with no need to survive,

Cant crawl out, because the world doesn't see me like I see myself.

Depressing, I'm not, I have my ideas,

My head wrapped around all these childish fears,

I'm the man I am for a reason,

Look in the mirror, so lighter, so lighter,

I've found my true skin now,

nothing prepared me for the times that await,

though it seemed like I'm all on my own.

But LIFT UP.

HOLD YOUR HEAD TO THE SKY.

I tell myself that it will be alright.

Times pass, and it seems like a trivial,

Oh so hilarious scheme.