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the feelings are numb
no words to speak
skin scratched to the bone
your appearance has changed
you're now invisible to all
you think you're gonna die
for all of the lies you have told
but luckily for you you're now uncold
they have found the real you
and they like who you are
Posted: 2008-01-03 20:47:44 UTC

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