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Thursday, November 27, 2003 (When this began) I had nothing to say And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me (I was confused) And I let it all out to find/ That I’m not the only person with these things in mind (Inside of me) But all the vacancy the words revealed Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel (Nothing to lose) Just stuck/ hollow and alone And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along Somewhere I belong exactly how i feel now. somewhere i belong. Mrs Brightside at 7:36 pm {xoxo}
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