Oh how shy,
That girl is,
But she has a hiss,
And she thinks she can fly,
High up to the sun....
She has so much fun,
And she loves to run,
Her name is Nothing,
But she sure is something.
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All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying