I Don'T Know What To Call This Either
Door shut, no way into her heartless chest.
What's that sound I hear? Just another folk song being sung by some sane passerby.
While he sings I'm in this shell waiting for the next day.
No one knows my true pain or my struggles.
The pain in my chest and in my head are too great to explain.
But you all know the struggles that I face.
If you don't know then I guess you better read more.
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