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May 2018
Born without siblings,
I live by myself,
On top of these buildings,
I could prove to myself.

If I trip beneath my own feet,
Maybe it'll spread a message,
Instead of a life so sweet,
My feelings are of wreckage.

Lonely I feel,
So lonely I'd be,
If I could just stay and heal,
And visualize the future they see.
mitus
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