I'm tired, it's frustrating, this isn't a play I want to be a part of, a my life with no change in my role. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, scream at everyone, Anyone, "I am here!" I want them to look at me and only me not what they they heard, not what they see but what is right there.
"No matter how many years would have passed, I would still be the same at heart,
All the good, all the bad, all the still time and finally all the dreams out of my reach.
Weighing our lives like it's a competition, when in reality it never mattered,
It's colourless where I am, the occasional coloured smears eventually disappears,
leaving me in that room, waiting for the darkness, waiting for the sun, waiting forever on."
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