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Raw Paper

Imagine being the guy no one reaches out to.
The guy everybody ignores anytime there’s a holiday,
Even if it is his birthday too.
How awful it feels to be forgotten.
How daunting it is to be wrong in the eyes of every who used to love you…

That’s me.
A reality I’ve had to let sink and fill my void while I sit and think.
Feet skidding everywhere I go as I’m on the brink,
Of losing my mind!
I’m here without a drink.
Raw feelings in a dime,
Whenever I should lay them in piece of paper I,
Simply can’t live without…

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