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pretend I want to fly away my way It's my time all mine The stars Are so far If I could reach it I would touch it I can't touch it anymore I'm tired of being ignored I want to fall asleep and there'll never be No one knows how they betrayed me I'm tired of being who I am I wish I was shot But in the endI guess its all pretend Everything would be better if I'm gone When I'm gone everyone is found But yet again I guess it's all pretend by:Victoria "Tory" Slusher
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