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So I brought it out and told them all about myself through mime as I fought hard to kill the time and between the gaps my pain surged and tested my hard forged will made up of some kind of steel as I steeled my heart from all the emotions, well I mean dark ones and in those moments of pain I saw her face whenever I looked up at the sky my life flashed before my very eyes yes! Even those moments I despised yet somehow felt serene in a ring full of happiness and pain I tried my best to remain sane then I asked myself what am I without her help? here by her I mean people who made my life a fairy fable each and every one of them the questions; am I really sane? do I really matter to them? or am I just a nut case they pity on?’ no! where I live in this city ain’t my home and I’ve been searching for a place a place where I belong maybe I’ll find it some- where, maybe it’s with her maybe… and there are a hell lota maybe’s a lot more than the number of babie