the sound of silence grows,
every minute feels like a hour,
every hour feels like a day,
as i sit in in the cold light of morning;

its far too late, too late
to pick up my heart from the floor,
as it lay in pieces,
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In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less-
So lovely was the loneliness
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Sometimes i pretend to be normal but it gets boring. So i go back to being me.

Hey everybody i am so sorry it took me a while but someone hacked into my computer so i had to make a new account:\