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Submitted:Aug 28, 2011    Reads: 13    Comments: 11    Likes: 5   

Dying would make it easier,
But I really could care less,
Everything will eventually work out,
And maybe I'll finally be able to rest.

You always see admiration,
People speaking about who you are,
But you don't know the pain I've felt,
And how neglect leaves a scar.

Love is a rarity in my life,
And it's something I rarely see,
Something that is so rare and fake,
And something that just never seems to be.

You always have that feelings,
Whether you like it or not,
Because you're just lucky enough,
And to not be the one someone forgot.

You could never feel what I feel,
This empty and alone,
Because you'll always have someone to make you smile,
And make you feel at home


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