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I can't think of a title but...
Everyday I feal the pain,I look outside into the rain.
only to see myself staring back, asking me why i live like that.
honostly I can't tell you, becuase i only live the way I do.
if you were me you could see, that I am the only me.
no one thinks like me, no one acts like me.
everyone hates me, I want to fly away into the sea,
so no one can find me living my style, I am me living me real.
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