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if only...

The cool breeze caresses my skin softly
as I sit looking down
Watching cars passing by
taking no notice of me
No one ever does...
Torment has taken its toll
I no longer wish to suffer
If only things had been different
would I be sitting here?
A tear escapes me
as I quietly fall into non-existence





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