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Tossing and turning
Unable to sleep
Others dream sweet dreams
I lie awake and weep
For the troubles that I go through
Each and every day
I often find myself wondering
Why life must be this way
Nobody understands
Nobody can see
The person that I am
Is not really me
I go to school
I wear my smile
Hoping that people will believe it
For a while
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew
I'm rarely there?
These consistant thoughts
Inside my head
Imagining the world
If I were dead
