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2d
Sometimes I wonder if anyone who has ever touched me
Actually cares
I always find myself over explaining,
Being met with cold stares.
At 3 am they always walk out and go.
The loneliest nights are Saturdays,
When everyone I know is home.
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   Maybelater2
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