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I’m not sad
But I’m not happy, either
I try to cry
Or scream, or run
Because my mind is slowy killing me
I feel like the world
Reject me
And try to erase me
I have no one to talk
No one to love
Except the ****** in my head
And the empty room in my heart

— The End —