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We chase misprinted lies,
We face the path of time,
And yet I fight,
And yet I fight,
This battle all alone,
No one to cry to,
No place to call home.My gift of self is raped,
My privacy is raked,
And yet I find,
And yet I find,
Repeating in my head,
If I can't be my own,
I'd feel better dead.
