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somewhere in this world there is a person like me too busy to be happy too happy to be free laying on a wood-framed bed wishing to be free free from people's putdowns free from people's hate free from misunderstanding hearts maybe closer as opposed to far lives this person i seek maybe is one at school the princess, the athlete, the geek? surely not these people they don't hurt like me they don't know my life they wouldn't last one day puttin on her makeup, putting on his plate, putting on his glasses? they don't hurt like me they don't go through this life but maybe... maybe they do they might not have a perfect life maybe they are like me or even you maybe you are who i shall seek. From Letras Mania