Without me

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Without me
My friends get older and have people to turn to.
A man or woman to hold them.
They will live in this corrupt world but have each other to make it a little less corrupt.
I'll be here on my own.
Drowning in my thoughts.
Trying to breathe but they'll engulf me.
I'll be drowning in an ocean of my tears.
In an ocean of regret, sadness, confusion, and loneliness.
Never ending waves of anxiety, of darkness.
They'll fly above my corrupt waters and look down.
They will forget me.
They'll live a life
Without me.

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