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Today I noticed something about myself
I noticed i work hard to get everyone's approval
Not only my father's
But my teachers and friends
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When ever it comes
When ever it shows it's true side
My feelings become so intence
I already have a built in defence
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Cyrena is a painting
That tells countless tales
But the worst part is
No one care to hear her
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I’ll tell you something
Something that’s hard to say
It’s so hard it’s heavy
Wait, wait, you should pray
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I try and shrink so deep in my chair
Trying to hide myself, like no one's there.
Feeling their comments burn my skin,
Hearing their words as they reach deep within.
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You say we'll be friends to the day we die.
You say you'll be there whenever i cry.
You say that 'you can count on me'
To provide with what I need.
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Am I suppose to die now?
If I am, my problems will be gone
I will be completely at rest
Although I can't say,
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Twenty-seven windows in this house
They might as well be concrete
Because the skin doesn’t feel any sunlight
And the darkness holds my teeth
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Here's what i was thinking...
Here on my bed,
Pondering on a thought,
This time, not wondering- weither or not to be dead
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I am alone
Touch my hand
I have no soul
Touch my hand
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I see you
with one eye
I capture you
with one eye
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Secret's hurt like a bad disease
It's not like a sudden rush of pain, or agony
Maybe more of a pain that never leaves.
It doesn't leave a mark, and it doesn't bleed
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*(This poem is just a similar version of 'here's a thought' i had forgotten that i made two)

Here's what i was thinking...
Here on my bed,
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