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Feb 2016
I'll fight for what I mean
I'll fly above above the pain
Cause right I'm flight or fight mode
But I've been one to chose one or other

I'll wish when the clock strikes 11:11
But I know one of the elevens ran of with 7
And the other crashed into 9
So I'll just sit here with a clock in my hands

I have several different worlds
That are all part of my life
I hate when they collide
They'll never understand my worlds

I'm tired of not truly being heard
They only listen when they want to fight
They try to prove me wrong
Only to realize that I was right all along
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