Everyday, i feel sick and tired,
tired to a doll, i mean stupid doll,
hiding myself with this poker face,
but this is how i can meet myself,
i always act like there's nothing happen,
but i can't run,
i can from my real feeling,
in the end of the day i must cry,
me & myself,
there is big gaps of it,
although i don't know what it is
Snow
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