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Sun 26 Jun, 2005 09:26 pm
It seems that every where I am,
No one wants to be.
Living in my world of everything empty.
I hear my name, over there
You speak to me, but you don't care.
Fallen into desolate land
To find what I've become.
I'm lost now with nowhere to run.
Looking back at what I was trying to prove
It really didn't matter.
When everything was said and done
It was over, this is who I become...
Empty.
You are like no one else.
You are like everyone else.
Sometimes the realization comes as quite a shock.