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god


I roll over on my bed as you look down at me

I smile at a joke as you seem proud of me

god I frown of anger when im dissagreed with

I feel happy as if i had the crown and agreed with

god I bit my lip and drop tear down,

I hide under covers cold from pain

God I roll over and fall, but time

has came to be called,

I feel like im dead

I feel sad

im dead.

but god im always with you true? 

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