Nothing to Say

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The words I say,
Have a bitter edge.
The thoughts in my head,
Aren't worth it anyway.

Is there really a point,
Other than breathe and exist?
To reproduce and multiply?
And add more problems to the world?

Some say I haven't found my place,
But I'm not sure I really have a place.
Maybe I am meant for nothing,
My words lost on deaf ears.

No one will hear what I have to say,
I'm just one of millions anyway,
All trying so desperately to be heard,
But have nothing to say.

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