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Outsider, bystander The smile of my closest friends still makes me sad Feeling far away even though I’m sitting right here The sound of car engines passing me by The breeze caressing my face The feeling of these tears leaving my eyes Sitting, staring at my reflection in the screen of my computer Who am I What do I want It feels like I’m trapped in a bucket and everything I love is pouring water in, drowning me I am nothing I am no one I have nobody I am alone, but oddly enough, I do not feel lonely The clock keeps ticking The final hour approaches quickly But I am ready This is what I’ve been waiting for
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
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Outsider, bystander The smile of my closest friends still makes me sad Feeling far away even though I’m sitting right here The sound of car engines passing me by The breeze caressing my face The feeling of these tears leaving my eyes Sitting, staring at my reflection in the screen of my computer Who am I What do I want It feels like I’m trapped in a bucket and everything I love is pouring water in, drowning me I am nothing I am no one I have nobody I am alone, but oddly enough, I do not feel lonely The clock keeps ticking The final hour approaches quickly But I am ready This is what I’ve been waiting for
#ending#darkness#alone#saddness
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
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