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tears roll down my cheeks
its all to big to explain
i do not know the why or the how
but it all just start rushing through

i think of all my frustrations and my failures
i think of all my insecurities and defects
and no where can i find a good thing in me
i know its somewhere there but i do not see

it feels like Im all alone
in a room with no room to breath
in a room as dark as a cave
as deep as bottomless pit

everything seems to go wrong
lifes drawing seems incomplete
and i feel empty
all i want to do is cry, cry cry

is there any hope out there?
am i all alone?
or is all this just a pigment of my imagination?
if so how can i get out of this made up world?