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A hundred years alone By myself Stuck in my own head No one to turn to Animals begin to speaking, Walls and furniture do too All these things my mind makes up,
Sometimes i feel like the lowest of the low. I feel like I am a plague and that's only me being vague. 
  A down pour of tears, a heart full of fear. Don’t let me fall for I ache of the love within. Don’t let me fall. I’m crying out for someone to help. Don’t let me fall. If I was to drown in the world around me,
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