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Aug 2020
I stood in the cheerful crowd,
While I felt like nobody.
I screamed as hard as I could,
No one heard.
I cut my skin as deep I could,
No one noticed.
When I died,
Everyone noticed,
And regretted
Not noticing.
Written by
bubblyflower
69
   MS Anjaan and Khaab
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