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So where do you pour yourself out?

Where do you lean on for weaknesses?

Tell that you are hurting inside

With your mind messed up

And your aggressions given out

Where do you confide

That you are sick to your stomach

That you are all dried up,

Sinful, and have lost the real you

You sit there tearing yourself up

Tears just welling up your eyes

And you keep searching on for what is right

You never cared about what they think now

Because you are just messed up inside

Where do you get a pat on your back

A warm hug you’ve missed so much

Whare do you get to be free

Free from borders, free to speak

Why can’t they shut up.

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Note: T_T (I’m really sick to my stomach)

100710 6:35PM