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Inside Out

It’s quiet now its early morn

Wishing I was never born

Sleepless nights, dreamless nights

Tired of the inward fights

Tearless weeping, dark dismay

Tired of always feeling this way

People always being pretend

Wishing all my sadness would end

No more sequels to be said

Only one when IM  ___

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