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I tear myself open
just to feel
when no one talks to you,
they don't care
its the only things that seems real
I would reach out, if I dared
If I dared to go down that path
When no one reaches back
They simply just stare
They'll be your friend
For a day or two
But in the end
They never cared about you
Just move on
Get a life
they said
but I have tried and have failed
it's back to the knife.
If I wrote it in blood,
would it mean more?
The pond's a stage
On this shining day
The sun a setting
For serene ballet

Six swans debut
With a regal drift
Float by to create
A wondrous gift

Ripples of waves
Accompany the ride
As the dancers present
A majestic glide
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