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True Discomfort
Gunned down, feeling low,
my words mean nothing,
something they'll never understand,
never know.
I wish they could see my point of view,
just listen and try to see it, for mintue or two.
Sad as I am inside, I try to blow it off and
let freedom fly.
Sleep cures all problems, and time takes a toll,
will anyone care when i'm buried like a mole?
