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Apr 2016
The people don't like me.
The people don't talk to me.
The people avoid me.

The people don't get me.
The people don't know what's going on in my head.
The people don't know that I'm dying.

The people don't know what I've been through.
The people don't know what I'm going through.
The people don't know what I'm going to go through.

They don't know me at all.
Charlie May Cullip
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