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I'm dieing,
Living a nightmare that seems too real,
My life is a stair way that feels so dark and creaky,
I feel like my head is a attic alone and bare,
My body is done working all out of despair,
I'm hated my mind set is unfair,
I feel the wrath around me,
I grab your arm but you tuck me away,
Saving my body for another day,
Everyday I live I’m dieing slowly,
So the monster of my dreams,
Is in the mirror of my bedroom,
I'm hated and despised but only in here,
I drive myself on fear and anger,
Only to wake up with no one there.