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Your Own Little World I sit and stare at you in your world a shape without a face a face without a name forever trapped within the dreary frame you came in you are still freer than I though you can't speak nor move you seem happy and content in your own little world I wish I could join you and feel the same but what can I say I hate happy endings |
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