Someone please help me get rid of these thoughts,
Filling every crack and crease in my brain,
I'm driving myself further into an assylum,
I'm slowly going insane,
Everyone I once trusted is gone,
Now I've got to find another,
The instructions on how to deal with my life,
Is in a book I have yet to discover,
I hide behind my shades and the pages of a book,
Why can't anyone find me and call it fair,
Am I too good at hiding myself,
Or does nobody really care? , ...
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