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gothic chains of punctured thoughts
broken up just as they were wrought
people's hands pushing me down
all I want is for me to be found
my soul is breaking up inside
telling the truth because I lied
circling around so that I may see
just how everyone wants me to be
fighting them with all my might
never once loosing sight
of the stars that guide my way
my way in to the light of day