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Sep 2017
Have you ever heard?
of the trusty old nerd?

He worked all day long,
Nothing went wrong
But without a friend,
things come to an end
Things needed to change,
At least that he could arrange.
He varied his looks,
ditched his books
Changed his words,
forgot about surds.
Tried a different crowd
though they could get quite loud.
Cut his hair
though few were aware
Desperately trying to keep up the fight.

But nobody cared

So he disappeared...
Written by
Mikaail  17/M/London
(17/M/London)   
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