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Sep 2016
people they get lonley climb in to a shell

face the day alone in there living hell

hide themself away from the human race

living in the gloom of there lonely place



such a shame to see people in this way

there are such a lot do this everyday

just a life of lonlieness is all they ever see

locked up in there cell that dosent have a key
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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