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Just another object.
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Old poems, 2003 You can keep on talking as much as you want
You can keep on trying for aslong as you want
but soon you will realise I've dissapeared
just faded out with all your other hobbies.
You will get bored of me, give up trying
And when I need you most your never around
tell me you aint got the time of day for me
make me feel worthless just another hobby.
Why can you not see what it is your doing to me,
I hate the way your making me feel, so used,
abused, helpless not to mention just another chore,
so for my sake wake up and open your eyes.
I feel left out, confused and alone, so please,
just look at me for a while and then you will see,
All I ever asked for was a hug, a few minutes of time
but you couldn't even give me that.
