"Oh, the Irony"
"Irony is a funny thing. See I'm the one always giving advice and helping others when I'm the one who really has serious issues. While I'm unlocking the cage for others, my bird is still trying to find it's way out of it's prison. I dream and dream and dream and maybe that's my problem because dreaming is only one step of the way. It's killing me softly. I'm the shy one that always stays in the dark in another universe and it has me wrapped around it's finger. Am I crazy? What's a dream? What's a reality? I don't know the answer but it's killing me. I'm fighting, trying to figure out what's right and wrong. I don't belong, lord, I don't believe. Why do these thoughts fill my head leading me to deception? "
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