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Trapped inside your locker, it lays. A sketchbook of the past you called mistakes. Full of regretful lies you feed yourself. Yet you still wouldn't face it up. As days turn to years, I'm still waiting. For you, my creator to return for me. I don't understand what made you leave me, is something how you form me? No matter how many i pray, you never come back today. As i slowly getting up and rebuild myself. I can't help but wonder what the f##k?