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So Alone
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Self I'm sitting here saying "it's not that big a deal"
I'm sitting praying that maybe it isn't real.
I'm sick of crying
I feel like i'm dying...
I can't stop the hand of time
I feel so stupid that this poem rhymes.
I want someone to talk to
I want someone who cares...
but all i have is you
paper...
torn and tatterd...
to share.
