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  All the days blend.
  No girlfriend.
  You feel so alone.
  You sit in your home.
  Nobody to call on the phone.
  You see all the husbands and wives.
  They are going on with their lives.
  You see them touch.
   You hate it so much.
   You see all the girls and boys.
   They on their dates.
   So much you hate.
     Any place to go?  No.
  Home you go.
  All alone.
 
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