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Locked in a cage to my lonesome
I'm all alone
But not angry
On the outside I look hopeless
But I'm fine
God made me
Yea I can't see nature and that hurt
Sometimes
But with my pen and pad all is fine
A gold mine in a state of the most random
People walk by and say that I'm crazy
But I say that this world is what drove me to insanity.
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