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I'm crying in the closet Over a girl How Ironic  That now is the moment  That I want my mother most. I was shaking on the ground When I started to stop, I raised my head up
In my mind, there's an empty room Void of light, of sound, Of any outside connection, I only have the faintest memory Of what it used to be An echo of despair, and loneliness,
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