undelivered

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maybe there's something wrong with the mail.
i wonder, where'd the invitations go?
how am i not receiving plans?
how am i not invited?
my own friends...
not one.
i thought parties were fun.
i thought it'd be nice hanging out,
and they were.
only that i missed all.
not because i didn't go,
but because i wasn't invited so...
i stay at home,
on the look out for the mailman,
waiting for the mails
undelivered.

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