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Jan 2012
A life of pain is mine to live
No joy left in me to give
The gift is mine, for it I did not ask
It forces me to wear an eternal mask
Walking the streets my true self withholding
Like the wolf wearing the sheep's clothing
Fighting each night for my sanity
A battle within for my humanity
A life my body wishes to take
A choice my heart refuses to make
The only way for me to be in the right
Someone must truly die tonight
Well this is how it's got to be
This morning the dawn I shall see
Written by
Micuss Source
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