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Lonely I sit as I watch another favored
Am I not important Do I not have feelings It's the people who don't care And the ones that do that don't show it Lonely I cry without being heard Am I cared for Am I loved Yes I am is what I hear I wish I knew that without any fear No one to talk to, no one to listen No one here, nowhere Lonely I feel, I am all alone Here I am filled with emptiness
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