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The feeling of being avoided,
Is eating me inside out,
My voice is inaudible when,
I'm trying to think out loud.
The people I care the most are going away,
In the crowd of thousands alone I stay.
I want someone to listen to me,
But there is no one I can see.
I have only bitter memories to preserve,
But I think this is what I deserve.

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