To build a casket for my tears. To hurt me on purpose...
I open up and you shut me down...
You finally peek inside and I know you see the monster...
I cry...
I don't want to be here anymore...
no longer here...
no more there...
So build a casket for my tears, while I hide myself away from here...
The real are the fake and fake become real
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Dude, Catt, move on. When you lose one of your best friends, you can gain a new one you never even knew was there. Change is good, especially at this time of your life.
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