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Bestowing another lie
wouldn't matter if I live or die. If I shed a tear, or hide a fear. I am alone, and not yet whole. Quesioning what I allready know, confused as what to say, feeling all kinds of shame. But I am just a person, just a face, holding somone elses place. And it dosn't matter that I have a name. Im just another face.
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