Deluded
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Once upon a time,
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There’s a reason why I keep it all inside
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There are days when I question my significance. I ask every inanimate thing about whether I matter to them. Whether my companionship was a beautiful experience for them. Are they ever afraid to lose me?
Thoughts
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All they see is an empty wall,
Me
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Every fall is like a broken dream,
In the End
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The voice blowing inside my head,