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i get why you feel you havta do it all by yourself. nothings ever worked out in your favor n you've never truly been felt. damn, don't ask me how i know. just trust a stranger when i relate to the feeling of being alone. as strength comes from somewhere within. like some sorta miracle that forces a calm as if you've never belonged to where you've ever been. i can comprehend the feeling of drifting through life n making the best of things. seems that consists of wondering from time to time of why we get trapped in dreams. moving a lil different than a past time when the heart was free to play. if you don't havta count on anyone, there's no way you'll ever lose again. as if that's fair game for the mind to have that kinda control over emotions being banned. thoughts go astray in the mix of whispering fuck luv. the secrets behind closed doors aren't as foreign as you'd think for i understand the definition of a crutch. leaning inward to where no one can see you banging on your inner chest to escape. pretending it's all cool for there's nothing left to give to another so called friendly face. as the lie can't even look you in the eyes as your reflection appears here n there. n stop me if i'm wrong but you're lingering in depths wanting to surface to rise just one more wave until you're fantasies are bared. but i won't expose you hiding what this you've shoved down beneath where anyone can reach. i'll just gather the rest of my words n leave...