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Sep 2016
What a joke.

To think that I'd
Ever rank high
On someone's list
Of important things.

I used to.
When it was new
And fresh
And you didn't
Realize
How damaged
I actually am.

And now I'm unsure
If you even
Want to talk to me
At all.

Seeing things that aren't there,
*******.

I just want you to be happy to hear from me,
Happy to see me,
Happy to have me
Around.

I'll never be that
For anyone.
Useless and pathetic, just like always.
storm siren
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storm siren  26/Neither/Hell or High Water
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