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Unexpected Friend

One more lonely soul
Another lost
Forgotten
You're in my same boat
Dreams and ambition all rotten
You starve
And cut
And hate yourself
You're stressed
And can't rest
You're that dusty book on the shelf
Hidden up high
Where no one can reach
Helpless and trapped
Not one person can breach
You're just like me
I'm sorry to say
But at least now we know
We aren't alone this way.

newernew

@newernew

Petty word vomit and unraveled secrets

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