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What's real.


Submitted:Aug 27, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Who am I to know what is real?

And who can I get help from to feel?

I know it's nothing that something can't fix,

And I know I'm wasting my life on this,

Sadness, coldness, not even alive,

This place that I live is nothing but a lie.

I know that it takes time to heal,

But it's so hard when your heart is sealed,

Love can be so hard to feel,

In my heart, I know that it's real..

Just takes a while for me to get it through my head..

That I'm alive and I have not been dead these years..





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