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Sep 2014
nobody likes me when I'm happy
when theres a smile on my face
when I  feel whole
when there's substance
it's when I'm empty
drained of all the substance
it's when I have nothing left to grasp at
that you feel best about yourself
when I have nothing left to brag about
that you've got the world at your feet
you've got the world knocking on your door
and i've got no one crying at me feet
I could dissapear
and the only difference it'd make
is there's more mail for you to toss away
Matt Roberts
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Matt Roberts  Long Island, New York
(Long Island, New York)   
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