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Growing up is getting old with heartache and storms Going through these years in most ways i've become cold   Once numb to sensations  my walls built so high Now I feel everything 
Rusted, small cages  is where they keep them locked up, until one day - POOF
Listen to Me for once in your life! You don't know what this pain really feels like. No one knows what I'm saying to you. All you hear is a bark or two. I lie neglected all day, every day.
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