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Tossing and turning,
Unable to sleep.
While others happily live their lives,
All I seem to do is weep.
Nobody understands;
Nobody can see.
The person I am,
Is not really me.
Would they like me?
Would they care?
If they knew,
The weird thoughts inside my head,
Imagining the world if I was dead.

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