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I've Given Up
I've given up on fighting back.
I've given up on trying to get you to see what I see.
I've given up on living.
Why am I here?
Do I have a reason?
Only a couple people care,
and surely they'll get over me in time.
Why am I crying?
because I'm afraid to leave.
I'm afraid of people judging, stealing, hating me
for what I have done.
Why do I want to leave?
because no one cares enough to follow me
when I've silently slipped away from the crowd.
When I call out, no one hears me.
When I cry, no one sees me.
And sometimes I like it that way.
Most of the time, I hate it that way.
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