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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 hell 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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