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I'm sick of being the one that's hurt.
The one that's seen, The one that's learnt
when everything around me is just so wrong.
I'm sick of being the one that sees,
the one that hears such words of these
whilst remembering that everything is gone

Do you see what I feel?
Do you feel what I see?
because within me
something is missing.

I'm sick of shedding tears,
the one that's scared. the one that fears
whilst to me life is such bitter ice.
I'm sick of being the one that besotted,
the one that always seems forgotten,
because your actions are my knife.

Do you see what I feel?
Do you feel what I see?
because within me
something is missing.

I wrote this aged 14 years old. 

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