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Jul 2016
It's cold here,
there isn't much about it,
you think I could be warmer,
but I seriously doubt it,
how about it?
I could probably fit in with the people,
but I bet that they would notice,
I should never be seen here as an equal,
and I bet they know it,
I was always one to be seen as who I was,
and I sure as **** never wanted to be one of them,
because,
everybody hate,
no one ever care,
everybody smite,
act like I'm not there,
every single night,
never thought I'd care,
but I think I finally might,
****, this really isn't fair,
I don't think it's right,
I never wanted this life.
Mike Patten
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