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I always want,
what I can't obtain,
making so much sacrifice,
in such a great gamble.
Playing by their rules,
scared to make my own.
By myself in this world,
an alien by nature.
I was born too late,
maybe just too soon,
to exist amongst such scum.
Craving a gentle touch,
someone to bring me back down.
Lost of rational thought,
running off fear and anger.
Dying a little more each day,
so much to be expected,
when you have nothing yourself.
So easy to dream,
when perfection is already there.
So simple to fail,
when your the only one...


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