Ill Make It Out Alright I don't want to hear what you have to say. These days are all the same. Trying to see through fog and rain. I just want to stay in my room and waste away. I hate everything around me. And I hate what I've grow to be. But this past year has made me see, that the worst of all is inside of me. If I could bring myself to say, everything I've been trying to say. Things wouldn't be the same. But things aren't the same.
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