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I'm somebody I don't want to be
Sick in the mind
Is how trusted ones have nurtured me
Sweet and naive
What a bad combination
Torn to shreds and built up
Into a new creation
Sometimes I sleep
And don't dream
But have flashbacks
And see pictures with bad means
"Get this out of my head
Its driving me mad!"
But who do I tell this to
I don't want to relive
What I didn't want to go through
I cry
But what does this do
I want to know the soulless
Who've affected me hurt, too
I don't care about their presents, futures, or pasts
The thought of my welfare on their minds was last
I only hope that in the future
I'll avoid another life altering calamity
With man
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