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Im....


Ive gotten to the point to were i dont even cry

My eyes start to water but then they quickly dry

Im tired of the lies I keep falling for

Maybe my life is the pathway that people use to find what they are living for 

Im just a placeholder

Im just the person people use until they find what they want

Im just disposable nothing good is meant for me 

Im nobody dont worry about me 

Ive gotten to the point to were I dont even feel 

My body is lifeless ,so num, nothing to heal

But its alright

Im nobody no-one cares about me so no need to worry 

I'll be gone soon im sure life is almost finished with me 

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