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My words are gone.

My thoughts have fallen.

How could I attempt now?

I cling to them because it's all I have, even though I wont ever have them.
How could I attempt
When the newest ones have hatred.

I'd be shut out.
More people ignoring.
They hate me

I can't ever join you.

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