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whitechocolatewalrus
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These people aren't your friends.
These streets aren't your home.
You can't seem to escape this prison.
It's so easy to lose hope.
It's so easy to be sad.
It's so easy to live in the background
and let others finish your dance,
to wonder why you're all alone.
Here you are, wandering through a forest.
You've lost your way.
You're losing your mind.
Spinning around, this way, that
turning circles
frantically searching for answers.
Wondering why no matter how hard you try,
the rolling hills,
the flatlands,
are just out of sight.
[I don't deserve this
I don't deserve to be alone
I'm a good person, I am.
I deserve a good life
I deserve a nice car
I deserve a nice house
I deserve a pretty yard
I deserve a good wife
a good husband.
Oh I deserve everything
why do I have nothing?
Why can't I get anything right?
Why can't I be who I want to be?
Why won't anyone help me?
Please help_me...]
When will you realize that these trees
aren't your friends.
They aren't your friends,
they are your life.
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