i cant handle it ; this world - these people
the fakes . the real . the followers
lies - thee betrayal ; love - thee uncertainty
its to much weiqht on my shoulders .
to much ; i kant qet ah qrip on
my heart - somethinq ah part of me
but feels so distant ; pumps life into
my veins but then aqain rock solid - -
the mind - trapped behind bars
waitinq to be freed ; my voice to be heard
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