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Jul 2015
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.
Written by
Char Olenczuk  Canada
(Canada)   
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