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All alone
beaten path no emotion can't cry, can't laugh sitting, staring oh so lame smiling, glaring it's all the same I usually have feelings usually I'm sane usually I'd daydream about dancing in the rain the water splashing 'round my feet can't see it in my head the looks I get from those who pass now I just sit in bed don't ask what did this to me I won't tell you the truth maybe I'll tell you I just lost the vivaciousness of youth seems a decent answer sounds like an honest lie quite difficult to disprove not that you would try you don't really want to know the truth would hurt too much I speak lies as if they're truths and you take them as such I do it to protect you is how I rationalize spoonfeeding those I love with oh-so-many lies truthfully I know though truthfully I see you can handle truths I'm just protecting me
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