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Inner struggle

I accepted being the third wheel But now the fifth? It's like I'm made out of steel I became a myth Still can't believe it's real I can feel everything in my pith I wake up everyday Hoping it won't ever be the same I want to stay At the same time, I want to erase my name Feel like I have to pay Cuz' I am to blame That îs the way To slowly burn in the flame I can no longer speak I talk with my yes I feel weak Oh, what inside lies Thought I was unique But someone who continuously dies Îs just a freak That would never reach the skies A total wreak Even thought it tries

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