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The people I call friends, left. I don't know where they'd gone to Or when they will come back I just know they left me In this dark, four-cornered room Hating myself For not being good enough.
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
Left Alone
The people I call friends, left. I don't know where they'd gone to Or when they will come back I just know they left me In this dark, four-cornered room Hating myself For not being good enough.
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
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