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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 ___
