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Gothic child you don't see me,
Gothic child you don't need me.
Just another prep to make fun of,
Just another nerd to run from.
 
Preppy child you don't see me,
Preppy child you don't need me.
Another thing different to fear,
Challenge your world so very dear.
 
Other children you don't see me,
Other children you don't need me.
Neither of your groups I belong,
I run alone, nomad even in dawn.
You hate each other and are afraid,
Each of you I laugh at your charade!
If you only saw, if you only knew,
Just how lucky each is to have you.
 
If you only know how close I am to gone,
Just the other day my cuts went unseen,
At you both I want to scream!
Why can't any of them see,
It's in my head...why can't they see

Part 2
They found her last night in the bedroom,
This note they found lie aside.
Words spoken in anger, tears and ink combine...
Blood now mixes and lingers.
She dies slowly inside
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