Though Noone seems to realize
EveryThough Noone seems to realize
Everytime, wh
I wish I could fly away
From this world today
No life to follow
Especially not mine
Hate feeds on sorrow
My memory
Words of my appritiation
Will never come out trough
My screams
Hold is all that we have
With each birth, every tear,
I walk my way, just like I should
Have to go,
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