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There I cried, I lied, Set my feelings aside to be there. It mocks, It shocks, Put my life in a box, so you’d stare. You stun, You won, Shot me dead with a gun, you don’t care. I’m free, I’m me, All I am I can be, filled the air. My test, My best, Now that I have found rest, I am there.
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