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Hurt
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The in between. Not very good. The rage blinds my eyes
For hope I cannot see
I’ve only been defied
And hated to be me
From loneliness I cried
I wished I would not be
To everyone I lied
Never to be free
My heart needed to be untied
To avoid life’s penalties
It’s lighter to be blind
Than searching for the key.
