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Whirling me!!!!
I don't go with the flow,
I whirl in the tornado of life...
In the wave of less high and more low,
I get portrayed as a gype...
I was thrown out all the time...
And for me, it was all fine....
Till it was again the time,
They pulled me to the rine...
Whenever I went silent,
They asked about all my pain...
Whenever I told them and wept,
They judged, "it is all in vain"...
So I decided to hide it again,
The scars and all my fears,
My tears behind the sound of cheers,
For the people, who saw my scars...
Only could hit me where it actually was....

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