| Noose... |
I never asked to be here. I never wanted things to be this way.
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I used to think there was an answer. I used to think I'd find my way.
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Now I know that no one's searching. I know they're only dodging the pain.
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All I can do is wait for change, and hope that nothing is ever the same.
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God, get us out of here...
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Dear Diary,
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She seems to think I'm going crazy...