Living in my soul
Only my soul and me know who we are
people see me and turn the other way
but i dont blame them
with the kinda of soul i have, it doesn't surprise me
it might have gotten like this when i first laugh
a luagh that showed me how my is truely in the inside
but i see this as anopportunity
to become the unknown in life
i still remember that my first laugh
it was a scary thing laughing for the hurt of others
i wonder if thats why they see me as discuss
Thats the only thing i give out at people
My weirdness, sympathy and illnesses
but this will only give out to those who see
the inside of my soul
so this is one of many reasons i have darkness in me
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