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Apr 2019
Wherever they go, I follow them
If they leave, I sit here quietly
Do they have control? I have no idea

Many minutes of no one talking to me
All I can hear are self-deprecating thoughts
Should I stand up and leave....or allow the loneliness to increase?

Sure, I'm not a "talkative" person
But it wouldn't hurt to ask if I'm okay
Or maybe it would

So here I sit, feeling left out as always
No matter where I go I feel awkward
No idea how to fix it


Maybe it's time that I should leave.
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Autumn  15/F/Arizona
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