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I’m missing someone who probably doesn’t exist,
And yet I hold on to the fantasy of an amazing tryst;
I’m homesick for a place that doesn’t exist,
It was just a house with people who coexist;
I’ve been pretending to live a life that doesn’t exist,
Then how can I find the strength to still persist?
I’ve kept up the façade of being a person that doesn’t exist,
Yet I can feel my true impulses becoming impossible to resist;
I think it finally may be the time that I should not exist,
The people who would miss me is anyways a short list…
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