So Alone

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I'm sitting here saying "it's not that big a deal"

I'm sitting praying that maybe it isn't real.

I'm sick of crying

I feel like i'm dying...

I can't stop the hand of time

I feel so stupid that this poem rhymes.

I want someone to talk to

I want someone who cares...

but all i have is you

paper...

torn and tatterd...

to share.

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