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No room to grow in this place;

being honest here is such a disgrace.

Is it here or the line?

Maybe I'll run that race.

All I have of you is cold thoughts;

just the memory of me in the hot spot.

Was it worth it then or now?

I don't think so...

Suffering in silence is the norm, and I couldn't help feeling this place once warm turn cold as ice.

The hope of the future has helped me grow;

if it were up to me, I'd give the queue with hopes that you don't reap what you sew.