Sun(rise) Sun(set)
From sunrise to sunset,
I hide behind the pain-
I start to feel insane.
I am damaged,
Oh-
I am torn.
Hurt-
Oh why was I born?
Will things change?
Ever be the same?
Nowadays,
Everything seems so strange...
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