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My heart aches,

You say everyone has an issue with me.

My fear all along and now I know.

Maybe I am not meant to have friends.

Maybe I am better off on my own.

Maybe you’re lying. But maybe you’re not.

Maybe they all hate me.

Maybe I am everything you say

Maybe everyone will be better if I disappear.

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