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There is a boy inside and under he lies, A certain person and a certain face, a wouderd grin 
across this place, He lies and he fries in the midst of the dark, He try's he try's but no light to 
shut out this mark. Whoever we think he is, he takes into pain, and silent at night cry's in 
vain. For hes lost and lonely and needs a freind, But its our lazy selves that wont allow to 
offend, Who he is and what he does, Countless minutes were strapping the cause. Of what 
this kid is and what he will say, Minutes and hours and seconds waste away. He gives up in 
sorrow no hope he seeks, for forever and ever noone willl hear him weap. We sat there and 
sat there thinking poor little boy, But we played this sick game by treating him like a toy. A 
person benath is much deeper then love, A person inside is consumed with dark love. A 
person inside hides their true feelings to not show pain, A real person that looks through 
others eyes can see even through rain. This person that lies and stares at the sky, is aware 
of the starangers and things passing by. Everyday we count our blessings and say, Dear god 
thankyou foreverything and yur blessd ways. But what we cant see fully is ourselves 
devotionally or awake this dream fantasy of fiction or what we call truth, This heart we 
encounter may never lie under our vains, or take away our sorow or  tears that encourage 
pains. This voteing question why cant we be ourselves around everyone on the earth, 
because we were raised and taught a certain way at birth. For our mothers and fathers 
created who we are inside, so theres no shame in hideing youreself or Letting this person 
outside, Be the one who lives Youre life through, And lives life fully and spent, But most 
importantly lives life as you.

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