You ask yourself questions you know the answers to.. .

What makes you different

What makes you sane

What makes you special

What makes you live

What makes them hate you

What makes you think

The way you’re tired

The way you’re weak

I guess I’m tired

I guess I’m done

What makes me want

I want to give

What makes me hurt

I always forgive

Sullen dreams

And broken hopes

Now I’m gone

As my life is done

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