The years pass by.
The people go faster,
Leaving me in the dust.
Under a rock,
With no one to look after,
Alone and afraid.
Looking all around,
Not knowing which way to go,
Dazed and confused.
Asking for help,
From either friend or foe,
Someone to find me.
I was left behind,
As the years go by,
Living alone with my life.
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