A song
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A song I use to listen.
Helped me breath in this toxic society.
Helped me think that everything will turn out fine.
A song I use to listen.
It made believe that everyone deserves happiness.
Yet, everyone also felt pain.
A song I use to listen.
A song I use to love.
A song that was long forgotten.
A song that I barely remember.
A song that I once had called my own.
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What I Want the World to See
PoetryIf I feel Lonely, I scratch myself and wander off to a world where no one knows me.
