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Darling
Stop confusing me
With your wishful thinking
Hopeful embaces
Dont you understand?
I have to go through this
I belong to here
Where no-one cares and no-one loves
No light,no air to live in
A place called hate
The city of fear
I play dead
It stops the hurting
I play dead
And the hurtings stops
Its sometimes just like sleeping
Curling up inside my private tortures
I nestle into pain
Hug suffering
Cares every aches
I play dead
It stops the hurting
Iplay dead
And the hurting stops
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