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Everyone gets lonely,
Far to often I think.
We're trapped in a cage,
That we our selves made.
There's a wall,
Blocking our sight.
It's blocking our view,
Which makes our eye's go blind.
Our minds become empty,
Like fresh white paper.
No drawings or scribbles.
Is that a life really made for us?

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