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A Lost Sole


What is there to do when home is no longer home? When amongst a crowd of people you still feel most alone. There's no where to look; up and down can't be differentiated. When no matter what's said or done I'm constantly getting irritated. Annoyed at the fact life is repeatedly giving me the short end of the stick and the people I once enjoyed are the ones now making me so sick. All I do is sigh and sometimes even cry to keep the pain from engulfing my sanity. At this conjuncture in life all there is to do is take a knee and thank the man for being my one true friend that will be there to defend me to the every end.
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