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Jan 2014
I've never been afraid of death
Yet, I've been afraid to live
The darkness brings me happiness
The light could never give

And I'm sitting in this corner
Of an overcrowded room
Feeling more alone than ever
It's filling me with gloom

I think I'm weird
'Cause I compare myself to others
They're up there dancing and laughing
While I'm stuck here - underneath my covers

I've always preferred the frigid cold
To the flush of heat
I've always preferred the voices in my head
Than the strangers on the street

I like books
Enough to be one
Because no one knows my meaning
Until the ending comes.
Haley
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Haley
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