Should my heart be heavy from happiness or hung low in pain?
Can i go on loving?
Will i ever get rid of this stain?
Why are my emotions so beat?
Is what i'm feeling real?
Do you think i'll go over board, so hollow i'll kill?
or end my life silently go out croaking off a pill?
Witness the life of a zombie, inside a dying me.
The struggle in me torn, what face is it you see?
Inside the mind of a person that never existed,
from reading this who mind you think
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