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You don't know my grief
You don't know my pain
You don't know my demons that drive me insane
You don't know my fears
You don't know my doubts
You don't know how sometimes I wish I could block it all out
You don't know what it's like to be me
You don't know what it's like to walk in my shoes
You don't know what it's like to feel beaten, broken down and bruised 
No one will ever understand what it's like to live in this solitude

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