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[10 Jul 2011|02:41pm] |
 I believe I can see the future 'cause I repeat the same routine. I think I used to have a purpose. But then again, that might have been a dream. I think I used to have a voice. Now I never make a sound. I just do what I've been told. I really don't want them to come around. Every day is exactly the same. Every day is exactly the same. There is no love here and there is no pain. Every day is exactly the same. I can feel their eyes are watching in case I lose myself again. Sometimes I think I'm happy here. Sometimes, yet I still pretend. I can't remember how this got started, but I can tell you exactly how it will end. I'm writing on a little piece of paper that I'm hoping someday you might find. Well I'll hide it behind something they won't look behind. I'm still inside here. A little bit comes bleeding through. I wish this could have been any other way.
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