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by ScarletDeLoup May 8, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I live without living, I see without knowing. Even though I am welcomed, I am always by myself. I hear people laugh, And I see people cry. They see me bursting with energy, But I am empty inside. I see people holding hands, And others are throwing punches. I'd give almost anything, To be with either of the bunches. In the end I am abandoned, Not needed or wanted. And again I creep back, Back to my solitude.