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I'm afriad.

Who am I? Why am I like this? Does this mean I'm a freak?

I'm not gonna listen to anybody.(lalalalalalalalalalalala.) You have NO IDEA what I'm going through.

And I'm afraid.

And I'm alone.

What does this mean about me? What I do?

Am I one of THEM? It sounds so wierd, but it's a real question. And I can't seem to answer it.

And I'm so alone.

I don't know myself anymore. I've grown to be an odd person, and I'm proud of that- I don't want to be normal. But this... this is TO MUCH. I want to be able to be part of the mainstream to. Not to be insignificant, but to be able to BE insignificant if I wanted to. To be just part of the crowd sometimed. Not to always be onstage, the center of everything.

And God, I'm so afraid.

I'm so alone. so, so, SO alone.

It's scaring the hell out of me.

My mouth tastes like orange. That fruit that I love so much.

What to I love? What am I atrracted to?

And I'm alone again.

Broken, shattered,

I'M ALONE. So freaking alone.

I wish you'd see the pain in my eyes, and that you'd see the surprise, and that you'd see the tears that never fell down

I wish you'd see the pain in my eyes, and that you'd see the surprise, and that you'd know how deep I was buried in the ground / see, By Me