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To scared to see,
what really was said,
i'd rather be,
someone who was dead.

Rather to hear,
one to complain,
i have everything to fear,
and even more to detain.

I hid in the dark,
for far too long,
they all think it was a 'walk in the park',
but oh how they were wrong.

I had lost,
what was dear to me,
it seemed it was tossed,
too far away to see.

Gone and back,
all over again,
we talk and talk,
but it goes back to where it began.