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I make my way alone down the street I hate the fact I'm shunned by everyone I meet I can feel the icy winter wind blowing through But its harshness can't compare with the bitterness of you Sometimes I like to stand so eerily still I'm hoping that I'll see my wish fulfilled Will you stop and pull me out of depression's sea Or will you blindly walk, simply seeing through me? My hands are bleeding from the fists I now clench I have a thirst I have no means to quench I can feel myself die gradually each day One of these days, I'll slowly fade away The la
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