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Forgotten

I walk these busy streets
Beaten footsteps all alone
I'm searching for my light to see
But I'm afraid it's never shown

My soul cries out for acceptance
And the feeling of love
But I know that wont happen
As I sit here alone with stained satin blood

As the tears roll down my cheek
I quietly ask my question to thee
'Who in their right mind
Would ever love me?'



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