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Nov 2019
All my friends are faces of people
With no friendly feeling for me.
They are not bad humans,
Just not good friends to me.
When I am in crowd, they don't see me
A smile and nod, they're free
We talk and they talk
I feel out of the flock.
They like to know what happened,
They get the info and gone.
I feel the most lonely
Not when I'm alone
But in my friend's company.
What to call them?
Written by
Nylee  27/F/in a body and mind.
(27/F/in a body and mind.)   
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