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The things that makes a creation go into the deep shadows
Is something hard and impossible to get
If your just a sidebar it all will go bad
But still how much an outcast tries it won't work
Words and tries won't do much
Just bringing more pain of an already hurt soul
Bringing some plastic mind explosions
If it's going to get solved, it needs the steal
The steal that some can't bare to make might of
To compete in high masters league of the plastic ones
only to bring some mind feelings to someone
That's how it goes while the mind is getting more
And more defected by the plasticness, of something that
Could have went good, just like that time of the uprising
But that's the well creations trophy
Not the left off of a forever living world
Trying to fit in the never fitting place
Is harder when taking a hit from a near creation
It's to earn something instead of the end
The thing that will stop the special someone
To feel that there's something more than just
Self education, taking in things that will
Commit a big mind destruction, to feel cared for the worth
Of the worthless, the lines that's needed to move on
It isn't there, and as long as it isn't there
Nothing is there