I see air without room to breathe, without a single friend not without comfortability, to use and lounge what noone else may know, staying true to oneself when not in a rut in the wind when the dust blows unsettle, away with the dirt to unveil the fact that one has always been alone, I seen as I done as I wish I was never exposed, to look in my eyes in the mirror everyday to pull closer what I wish to feel but the reality makes me understand the pain, it's hurtful so I push everyone away, a stem with prominence a silent guesture, one without a voice but heart to strive, To stay true to oneself as he feels dead every breathless moment he is alive as they morter to see me suffer n i to wish to see the same I don't understand why i was chose to carry this burden, but i manage to be thankful im happy to be here with a smile as my mind reeks of saddened urges..Staying true to myself..
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