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  Shame is all I know, these walls are closing in.
  I sit here in my body scared of my own skin!
  scared of the answers and what may lay ahead.
  My tears have no shame like me they are dead.
   In my perfect world I built so tenderly, with one little letter they have ruined me.
 Scared to close my eyes and miss something great, but unable to dodge _ this twist of fate.
 In the end I deserved it, I suppose to be blunt,
  But now I have no where to run, no place to start!
 The world is my oyster, but I'd rather pass it up, if this is all life is, i'll gladly give it up!!



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