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Lost
Tortured beyond repair
Lost in despair
Broken to pieces
The pain never ceases
You can put on a mask
While with happiness they bask
You never seem to be hole
Ripped and Torn is your soul
You are alone
Cold to the bone
People all around
Scream, but no one hears a sound
Lost in your nightmarish past
Praying each second is your last
Lost in despair
Broken to pieces
The pain never ceases
You can put on a mask
While with happiness they bask
You never seem to be hole
Ripped and Torn is your soul
You are alone
Cold to the bone
People all around
Scream, but no one hears a sound
Lost in your nightmarish past
Praying each second is your last
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