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Starting to feel lost Listening to echos of who I was at my own cost Nothing makes sense Pent up anger, passive-aggressive remarks, feeling so dense Don't feel like showing my face anymore Just want to keep to myself Those texts become monotone No one to chat with All alone Poetic part of me, Slipping away Walking outside in the gray drear Like any other day What will it take For someone to understand Because I'm sitting out in the rain Waiting for someone to find me

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