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Jan 2010
Cracked in half i see two but which side is better?
slowly sinking in icy water my head unable to break the surface
like a baby chicken trapped in its shell,I wish to awaken to real me
The door to my room is locked up tight and only my soul hold the key
constantly seeking approval, I don't even approve of who I am.
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   timarakinchion
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