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The Truth is...
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The truth is, I'm so lonely. I feel trapped, in a little box with no air. She doesn't understand, this isn't what I want. I know she's trying, she trys so hard, but I need freedom, from my little box.
I don't know how to interact with other people most of the time, I feel like an out cast because of what I do, and where I come from. I'm different, so what? I still feel, I have emotions. Just because I live in a small town, just because I live on a farm, you think I'm some redneck hick? I'm not dumb, so don't give me that look., I'm smart, I study hard, even though math is a pain in the ass.... And I always try, I try so hard.
But it's become so hard, to try so hard.
I don't know how to interact with other people most of the time, I feel like an out cast because of what I do, and where I come from. I'm different, so what? I still feel, I have emotions. Just because I live in a small town, just because I live on a farm, you think I'm some redneck hick? I'm not dumb, so don't give me that look., I'm smart, I study hard, even though math is a pain in the ass.... And I always try, I try so hard.
But it's become so hard, to try so hard.