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I don't know who I am or where I am going. I fight with my life as a teenager every single waking minute. I will never be the same as you, but then again, never different.
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My Mirror Stares At Me With Hate
Pull Me Through
This Mess
I Shouldn't, But I Must 2
These Walls Are White
Experiences Of The Night
Memories Are All I Have Left 71
Long Ago 1
You 1