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Someone please give me a sign

Show me the way to a new life where I can leave this all behind

Because I'm just so tired of breathing

I know all of them pretend they care but they're never listening to the words my mouth fails to say

What's the point of saying you'll be there

When honestly, you don't care

Go ahead!

You can continue making fun of my poems

Call me weak and tell me I need to grow stronger and be bold

I don't really care because my life has no worth or meaning and until I find it I'll blindly follow you anywhere

Because I'm tired of being alone

If being your slave is what it takes

To have at least one constant thing in my life then I'll take the offer

If that is all that I am worth and that's the best I will ever get then I'll accept your offer

I'll be your slave.

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