Suffocation seems the key, life seems to be like death.
Clenched fists fought this war of myself, uneasyness and pain is mine to
expect.
The happiness of love fulfills my dreams, fantasy chases my reality, only
for me to suspect.
Once you feel like all is well, and you've forgotten the feeling of being
alone.
It all comes back, harder than before, seeping through my skin, breaking my
bone.
We are all nothing, in this world of fakes and pretenders.
Even though you know just who you really are.
 
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