Looking around It doesn't exist anymore Nothing is how it is supposed to be Picking my ways through life I throw my hands up in the air As if the awnseres will be there They land on my head The tears stream down unconsciensly I'm not able to understand things That a normal person does Replaying all the horrific things That I've done to myself I wonder where normality Fits into my world at allBirth sign: Libra
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