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Jan 2017
Here comes the new year,
Does that mean new fears?
I've already lost everything i held so dear.
I just hope that there aren't any coming of tears.
So what am i hoping for?
I guess people see me as more or less of a bore.
Social interactions are sometimes becoming a chore.
I sometimes reminisce in our memories.
But i'm so lost and there is no key.
And you, you're nowhere to be found.
I guess now i'm used to the sound.
Of people waltzing in and out of my life.
I tried my best but i couldn't keep my wrists away from the knife.
Ugh, i wish i could start over my life.
Too often i find myself stumbling around without any direction.
Where i was ever going, i have no recollection.
But with a new year, comes new memories.
But as an outcast i'm finding it hard to make my own history.
What can you do when you struggle to find friends?
I'm more or less okay, but i guess i sometimes still pretend.
But when everything is mediocre, you sometimes want to find someone with whom you can get closer.
I guess i lost before it ever began.
Am i stuck here slowly sinking into quicksand?
But if it were up to me, i'd regain my sanity.
And start climbing the stairs in hopes of finding a key.
Jade Lima
Written by
Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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