everything is differnt. i am differnt, there still the same.
i am sick of the lies. when you stop caring about yourself. your left with nothing but i a fake smile.
it feels like your a dream. like i am a dream
i cant get you out of my head
i miss them. family is the back bone which makes us stand but at what point do i stand on my own?
who are we.
what are we.
so many qestions, yet i want nothing to change.
happy, or confusion.
my life, or what was my life, what is my life now.
differnt cause of you. cause there gone...
it feels oddly right in your arms..
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