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Jul 2023
When I told them, blank stares
But I heard behind my back
"He knows" - they pointed at my only friend
But no one cared to ask

Me - It seemed like he had friends to tell
That would go with him through hell
Those that never cared to help
me, or even listen.

When I was weak, no one reached an arm
but did I extend mine?
I must have forgotten. I wish I had.

Today, they apologize
Don't you think it's too late?
Murakami
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Murakami  21/F/Vancouver, Canada
(21/F/Vancouver, Canada)   
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