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I cry...
I cry myself to every night ...
Thinking....
Why was i born in dis ditch of evil phantoms...
Why was i born disguised as a human so random...
In dis mayhem all i want is sum peace of mind...
Fresh air to breath is all m trying to find....
I feel like a lost soul tryin to reconnect wid dis world...
But no one would listen to this crying girl...
So i keep tryin knowin i wud simply fail..
While to da rest it looks like m chasin tails.......
Thinking....
Why was i born in dis ditch of evil phantoms...
Why was i born disguised as a human so random...
In dis mayhem all i want is sum peace of mind...
Fresh air to breath is all m trying to find....
I feel like a lost soul tryin to reconnect wid dis world...
But no one would listen to this crying girl...
So i keep tryin knowin i wud simply fail..
While to da rest it looks like m chasin tails.......
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