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they're tracing me

It's difficult to trace the lines.
In the spaces between the shadows and the light,
between the love and hate,
the place where I stand,
confused and alone.
Waiting for someone of my own,
Someone who knows the pain,
The pain I feel everyday.
It's difficult to trace the lines,
When there tracing me.

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