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Thursday, July 22, 2010


   forgotten
I feel as though I am truly alone. Learning to depend on myself, to defend for myself, to be everything by myself. Why does it seem that the friends who I thought had my back have all diminished? Is there really anyone? All they ever do is run away, that's all anyone ever does. People think that a person like me doesn't have any problems, so I suppose that justifies them to tell me about theirs. I listen of course, I care about you. I know you care about me too, but I suppose you show it in a different way. Whenever I'm the one with the problems, who is there to listen?
Other people have taken my image, leaving me to my nothingness. So I lay here, wallowing in my misery, my forgotten self. I suppose, people can't help but forget about me, which proves that I'm not as significant as I had hoped to be.

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