Lie in bed at night and dream; All the things you thought never really seemed; Turn out to be the answers to all your worries and troubles. Constantly thinking of things to say and do; About the mortal sufferage that you are condemed to; Holds you down to the crypt of unneeded solitude. Nobody really knows; How things are at home; All they see is a prodigy child; A face that constantly hold back the tears; Silence conceals the crys for help; The wispers for a better life goes unheard.Birth sign: Gemini
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