How it feels to be me...
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How does it feel to be all alone?
How does it feel to be rejected?
Confidence? Gone
Self esteem? Broken down
Self image? Withered
To be useless?
To feel used and thrown aside?
To feel uniquely different?
To be separated from the rest?
Then you only know half the story...
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