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Jun 2020
Is not having someone to hug.
Its never having a real home.
Its knowing no one will hear you cry for help.
Its watching your mind turn on you.
Its being unable to make eye contact.
Its seeing only the worst in people.
Its like slowly dying.
Its questioning whats real.
Its constantly fighting with yourself and losing.
Its forever being too early or too late.
Its what you feel when no one loves you.
One of those days
Written by
neverknowsbest  39/M/Conn.
(39/M/Conn.)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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