We chase after lies,
and commit one mistake after another.
We face the path of time,
and yet I continued to fight,
and yet I fought.
This battle all alone,
no shoulder to cry on
no place to go home.
My confidence is raped,
my privacy is being abused.
And yet I think,
and yet I think
I repeat in my head
if I can't be myself.
Then I can better be dead.

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