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I cry out.

 

The world turns to gray

and nobody notices.

Perhaps because I am alone.

Maybe because I've always been.

 

And I shake.

 

Because of what I've done before?

Because of what I think?

Maybe because I took my life

and didn't care to make much of it.

 

Then I think.

 

I think too much

for my own good.

I wish I'd been raised

as mindless.

 

But why?

Oh, why must I look down

to see a number?

A number I haven't seen there befoer.

A number I never cared to see?

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