Living in the back alley door,
wish can be never more,
but you can be sure,
of where you are,
living in the place of another,
wishing you had your sister or brother,
you can't even call for your mother,
on the way home,
no one is there for you,
not one,
not two,
having artificial friends,
no one to have your back in the end,
thinking to start over again,
some things never change,
not even yourself,
then who are you,
just your imagination.
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