way it is
music blaring loudly,
holding back all that is said and done nothing more to say,
blocking out the world soundly,
living this way
holding in,
lokking without,
hiding in,
looking within,
beeing whoever i am,
never really knowing,
which direction in life i'm going,
not really seeing the biggest sham
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