gone

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its gotten to a point were i scarcely breath

barley sleep

barley eat

a point of sadness

loneliness

depression

yet nobody see's

notices

cares.

that i am unhappy

unwanted

unimportant.

so i guess i'll just leave

gone

alone

forever

because maybe i'm not meant to be excepted.


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