Years of disappointment from every person, the feeling of solitude surrounds me.
Quite not sure if I'm okay, who can tell anyway.
Force me up, by the collar if you will, even if I don't have a choice.
I want to run and scream insanity, until my throat burns something fierce.
Quite not sure what stops me, wishing that someone was there.
A person there to stare.
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