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I belong to no place,
to which you could call safe.
My world is spinning,
my mind in space.
My cloths have rips and tears,
and are considered odd.
I cut my hair all off,
and now most people stare.
If you could see the pain inside,
you would not bother me.
but you can not see so,
you don't understand why I hide.
I'm locked in tormental chains,
that lock me up.
and so I get locked up on the outside,
and you won't understand my pains.
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