This world is full of secret places, messed up fates, and twisted faces. Nothing more can help me out, All I need to do is shout.Shout these feelings out of my head, One more problem and I'd be dead. As they pile upon my tortured soul, They eat away at my heart, and create this hole. A hole of problems, builds within me, As if nothing more could set me free. I dwell upon these feelings inside, As they wash upon me like an ocean tide.
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