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Dec 2013
I don't belong here
I'm out of place
Chasing after fireflies
In this lifeless race

This world is a sickness
And it's sinking in
I'm infected to my soul
An illness beneath my skin

I'm searching for a cure
Some form of solution
The means of clarity
The means of resolution

This world infected me
Only one thing is sure
I've found a way to stop the beating
I've found my perfect solution, a cure
Written by
Elizabeth Thorn
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