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Do you feel alone,
like you were better off dead
the battlefield in your head.
A no flyover zone.
Do you feel ashamed,
the bitterness to blame
I can't be held accountable
for I am not the same.
Emotion builds upon itself
like boxcars on a train.
A station-less existence,
I try to call your name,
I try to call your name.
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