Wounded

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My heart aches,

I try to talk,

Silence is given,

People talk,

I answer quickly falling quiet after,

It hurts the way I am,

Lost those friends I had,

I can't make new ones,

I guess I don't want to either,

I am giving no effort to,

I am not person for friends.

I don't have friends, who is there left?

I have pushed them all away.

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Just a quick thing, in a mood I guess, I don't know why I am here anymore.

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