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To those who dont me

I shall describe myself

You see that guy standing alone at the dance

the one with a smile and no romance

the boy who seems happy no matter what

but under the leaves there is despair and rot

the one who says he doesnt care

but being slightly mean is all he can bare

the one who helps all he can

but hides from other when offering a hand

the one who wishes to be alone

so he can cry to himself so none know

that boy, that man, in the corner there

thats me

withered by destiny