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Apr 2014
it's nights like this
that i see the true sadness
that seeps into my life,
leaving me drained
a nod to my lack of enthusiasm.

my life
isn't important to me,
my willingness
to carry on
is not there.

when i'm gone
no one notices,
i do not exist
i am
invisible
to
everyone.
Written by
Haley Adshead
368
   Eliot York and Joshua Haines
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