Tears pour out of my eyes...
As I stand here in fear...
In the middle of this empty road...alone
Why am I here?
As the cold wind brushes past me
I drink it in with all my strength...
Trying to think straight...
I don't want to turn back...
For I would be turned away...
I never liked that place anyways...
I didn't ask to be...myself...
Don't hate me!
So what
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