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the way i feel cannot be real
once so alive-now just living,breathing
how did i get this way
how did my identity slip away
i can't do the things i did before
i'm scared to open my front door
i see all the people staring at me
eating away my dignity
laughing at my fears
counting my tears
just waiting for me to fall
to give their fake pity to the "weak and small"

to be alive again,when,when.

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