Poem 4

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You know.
I've never really had "friends"
They all leave and go
They don't love me
They don't care

I could die and it wouldn't phase them
I'm used to people leaving me
Especially when I need them to notice the pain I'm going through.

That's alright though
One day I'll leave when they need me
But it'll be to late because I won't exist anymore
Just like they never did in my life

The only difference is I'll be somewhere they can't find me.

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