don't make philosophical thought about me
why I did this that, ran from this that
to just barely live is too unbelievably hard
I'm faking every little thing just to make them proud
yet to reach me is a different thing, way from it
in need of constant and continuous miracles
hoping people will help me out from inside and out
fix me but hold themselves to not to leave me afterward
expectation hurts truth hurts
dreams seem to be the getaway
but reality keeps pulling me all the way
feelings is like hidden file
few people find it, the others don't
goodnight
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