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12:02 on a Sunday blues

It's sitting outside the friends room His two good friends together again He just sort of meanders about Waiting for everyone to have time for him He knows that's not how it really is But that's just the way he feels He's not sure if he is getting better Or if he just really feels like he is He kinda feels like he is running out of hope Or maybe time Probably time He can't quite remember when he was sure About anything about himself He just knows he can feel happy And he can feel sad And he's not really sure when to feel them
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