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To suffer Deeply
In my deepest dream
I saw a life that I wanted
For my peace I opened a door to a world that I dreamed of, but in that world no prince stood for me.
To weep and have people look at you as if you were the strangest being they had ever seen; looking out on all the happy faces, why can't that life be meant for me?
I question the reasons why I sit alone I cease to ever understand why, I drown in my own sorrow, to the world I have died.
Inside and out the scene never changes I throw out the sadness one day but it returns in a same redundant way.
Among the flourishing teens I find that they are similar to me; yet in a distant way they are very different because they won't ever suffer deeply.
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