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Mar 2019
It's this street mutt that follows me everywhere I go
It just won't leave me alone.
I'm truly worth nothing, I am simply a zero
I am disowned, I fit in with no clique
These brutal thoughts of mine will always stick.
Why does no one notice my sorrow?
There really is no point in a tomorrow
Written by
hayden mimnagh  18/M
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