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notihng can touch me when

im on the outside looking in

describing watching all the pleasures

in life ive never been given



im so lonely now

hours on end,stuck in my head

i cnat find a door out

trapped,i thought too much that i bled



theres nobody here

but blank walls and my empty soul

theres no where to hide

and now theres no safe place left to go



theres nowhere to hide

trapped in my mind

i cnat runaway, nothing to hold on to

no refuge to find

no salvation inside