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i am tired I am drained and Al my tears have been gained I am weak and don't know my own way and should I flee or stay I am lost in a in a see of salt and yet Al my madness is not my fault and yet I still run I still bolt I am broken and left to rot in the harsh dry sand and rocks and cut in peaces and stuffed into a box so I can't speak can't turn because with everything that I do I feel the burn I am not strong anymore not positive to live not wanting to find a way to stay and play the games and follow the rules and win the Dule I am not seeing the stars anymore not smelling the flowers and my pride has become prouder for I can not depend on other for not even my own mother I am tired and drained and my heart is bruised and people laugh and find it to there amuse do not trust anyone they will rip your heart out and feed it to the wolves and destroy your mind and then you will have nothing left to find but an empty shell and you will relive your own personal hell