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Nobody cared when I looked away,

for a moment I thought I was important. 

At least someone in the middle of the crowd,

but nobody realized my presence. 

Nobody called me to enjoy the moment. 


Nobody is there when you're missing, 

nobody knows your name when you're not needed. 


(I knew that, but not really like that)


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