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Who could truly understand 
That dreadful lonesome feeling 
Only I can really comprehend 
This forlorn emotion coursing through me
Help! for the voice of vitriol is sinking me in despair 
What will be of me, when the hour hand struck five?

Tumbling so fast, on rocky ground I land
Allies and rivals onlookers of derision laugh as I try rising and keep keeling
Their words like sharp darts,pierce my heart and I wish it to end
suffering in deafening silence,even my sidekicks choose to flee
alone and lonely for everyone has a problem and no one seems to care
Away from me! this voice which says "you are not worth it,you don't deserve to thrive"

walking by the preachers house, I hear  him say "you are worth more than many sparrows" and because HE cares you can withstand  
Although their jab hurts I will stop squealing
This is me, unusually peculiar I don't need to pretend
Never will I allow my woes diminish life's glee
I am significant, though broken and in need of repair 
I do deserve a chance in life

Self love hurt not and in it I find the strength to take a stand 
Although I have been burnt, like a Phoenix I will rise and be willing 
To let myself heal, oh yes! Let bygones be
My soul of pain I shall purge to relish the cleansing morning air
The hour hand struck five, I made it to dawn alive

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