Fright

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Whats there to do? Whats left to say?

It wasnt going to work anyway.

I sit alone, filled with fright,

Drifting into an endless night.

Do not try to comfort me,

For once in my life just let me be.

I need someone who cares,

Not someone who goes off dares.

Ive said before, ill say it again.

Though i dont want, this is the end.

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