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As if they care that I'm Gone
You don't want my pity
You don't want my help
I stay next to you except
You make me as a fool
No longer will you see me
Im already locked in a cell
My final saying,
'..I bid thee Farewell..'
You don't want my help
I stay next to you except
You make me as a fool
No longer will you see me
Im already locked in a cell
My final saying,
'..I bid thee Farewell..'
Published 2nd Oct 2014
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8th Oct 2014 7:14am
Such a sad poem... Hey don't look down keep your chin up and look for someone who will listen. I am here if you want.
