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these lines I write our words I can't speak cuz I'm not allowed to express my feeling or allowed to show it . when I do I'm not wrong or right it's my heart yelling for someone to hear me and hopeing someone tell me anything to come home . I can't stand the way I feel sometimes cuz I can't explain why I get this way . so I sit and starr can't I see I'm alive and I want more then a box with only me and I can get out . but no one can come in cuz I don't want them to hurt ...I know I show what's on my face but I won't say it . I can't I keep it in and keep it to myself tell it's to late .