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Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground.I try to come to terms
With my future tense.I despise conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists.I wish that I could feel,
Touch of sanity.I wish that I could,
Touch of sanity.
Lies of concrete.
As hard as stone, as cold as steel.
Dry bones, broken.
Help me, please, I need to feel.
Times flies,
It stays up high above the ground.I try to come to terms
With my future tense.
They want me to die.
The memory of pain I've known,
Piercing, poignant pain.I vow to never feel again.I despise conformity,
The lies, the clenched fists.I wish that I could feel,
Touch of sanity.
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