i've got these tattered up dreams
and an empty shell where a boy once was
but yet the feelings are still the same.
when i was 12 i felt so insignificant.
but yet at the age of 21, i can feel the same
from the same sources.
don't pity me.
i'm not asking for that
i'm asking you
open your eyes.
stop playing with my mind.
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