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Small

Talent I lack
Friends, i have none
They always talk behind my back
Never have I won

known as an outcast
always alone
My life will never last
without a place to call home

Anger boils
over the years
always resulting
in thousands of tears

Small to the world
Nothing important
If I could
I'd dissolve in an instant

Under a rock I want to crawl
Not feeling big, not even at all
Written by LostInTheCrowd
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