The End

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Empty.


That's how I feel.


Something is missing.


What is it? DOes anyone know.


I'm always rejected.


Always avioded.


Something has to change.


I'm a dead person in a living world.


Why can't I be like the others?


When will it end?


Will I have to end it myself,


Or will someone else do that for me?


Will anything change?


Or will I have to end it all?

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