Sometimes

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Sometimes,
I think to my lonely self.
Maybe I expected some much from life.
From people I shouldn't.
Maybe I trusted and loved,
The ones I shouldn't have trusted.
Maybe I live in a world,
Where I'm not even wanted.
Everywhere I go, everyone I meet.
Every poem I write, every word I read.
Have a different meaning to me.
Yes,
Only to me.




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