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Lonely

Thinking,
Not mattering,
Letting my thoughts out.

Sitting in a corner,
All alone,
No one to look at,
No one to hold me,
Something had to go wrong,
Ruin it all,
Just had to,
So now I'll sit here,
As the tears flow down my cheeks,
Not caring,
Just knowing that it'll never happen,
Never become real,
So when the tears are done,
I'll no longer be in pain, but everynight for a month,
I'll cry,
You'll know,
And you'll be sad,
But it won't matter,
Cause then I'll be dead...