sometimes I’m quiet for too long because I have to find my thoughts before I can talk to you how try to get rid of them play come back 100 I’m stronger my life is like a boxing match and I’m determined to knock I’m out I’ve been fighting my thoughts for control for somehow I always end up losing I am forced to stand here wearing with a pig for me writing what they tell me to write this is my life but I have no control over anything I’m just a skin with no real purpose but a puppet
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