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Dec 2015
Its interesting to see,
that this thing happens so constantly.

I'm here.
I exist.

I'm seen.
I'm acknowledged.

I'm a part of something.

But like all good things.
They go away in time.

Within time,
i fade.

I'm ignored.
I'm forgotten.

Like an old memory,
that doesn't need to be remembered.

I'm an afterthought.
they don't to be my friend anymore
nobody does.
i just fade out.
like i always do.
Timothy Lee
Written by
Timothy Lee  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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   --- and Got Guanxi
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