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Betrayed by the ones you love
hated by the ones you don't
asked out, out of pity.
no one really likes you,
you're just the tag along
third wheel left to roll away
having your own fun alone while they gossip
waiting for the night to end just to get out
holding your breath upon arrival for a good moment
gasping for air as you leave.
the "good time"is the time you leave
again you end up in front of the CPU waiting for no one