my life is grey.
you say u make an ocean
but u really only made a puddle
i never seem to have done it be4
but really it was a flood
i helped you, i saved you
i can't ever seem to find an answer to my problems
u feel better and lighter
i feel more down and alone
i say a million words to u
u only say one to me
theres always a way out
but i can't find one for myself
your so happy
i hide it
your my friend so i will shut up
but sometimes u piss me off
you go first, i'll listen
it was always you first
keep silent
i want to burst it out
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sometimes i wonder if anyone even get's what i am writing i think not. i wish someone understood me ): if someone does pleas reply. or maybe i don't even no what i am doing. maybe the walls don't even get me. maybe i'm not even human. then what am i?
where do i belong? where is the land that i can stand on? when will get back together and pull through all this? me AND my trashed life.........
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