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I'm not close to anyone anymore
I just sit crying on the floor
Crying for what I lost
Crying because my once beautiful garden is now covered in frost
Not close to my father
Never get to see my mother
Pushed away a lot of people
Feel like I'm trapped in a steeple
Lost people by the dozen
Even my closest cousin
Now I'm trapped between the decisions of my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Have to choose
Just so confused
Can't tell anyone how I feel
Can't admit to anyone that it's real...
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