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by LoneStar Oct 5, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I always see him standing in a corner looking as people passes by People pass by him like he's never been there his eyes only see sadness ears that only hears anguish lips that only talk vengeance That resemble the poor mans face As i went home I happen to myself tears roll down my cheeks I almost forgot that man was me
