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Jan 2019
people don't talk to me anymore
eventually, I am trash
my help is not help anymore
eventually, I am rash
and I will forget them, the existence
and some will be forgiven
but the me, the confused me
I do not understand
why I'm always left behind
and a friend was all I ever asked
Tint
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     Fawn, Mohan Sardarshahari and JL Smith
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