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Walking down the halls, Whispers circle my head. Oh, how I wish I was like them, How I wish I WAS DEAD.
My head hangs lowly, Blood crusted sleeve. Everything goes by slowly, Everyone deceives.
Don't ever judge me, Until you've climbed in my skin. You don't know the pain, Of living under a sin?
At the end of the day, My façade falls away. I'm left standing here, Staring at my own face.
I then realize that I'm whoever I want to be. Next time you want to judge me, Remember I just want to be me.