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Sand in the hour glass continues to drip,
While I continue living this lie.
Can't escape from fantasy's grip,
It sucks away my life dry.

I've been different and never the same
As the people that make the norm.
There's no one that I can blame
For why I have no form.

Taking shapes of my surrounding
Because I don't have my own.
Inside my heart's pounding,
Love is still unknown.

Like a machine, I can't feel.
My cold heart aches for it
Yet the pain is real
Wick stays unlit.

I call... no one looks back.
No one helps at all.
On my lined track
Stands a wall.

I'm dying inside
From lack of love,
Can't confide
Above.

I mustn't flee
Try to blend
'Till, the
End