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Being Alone

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Sitting down and wishing I was never alone,
Wondering if that’s right or wrong.

With no place to go,
Or a true friend to know.

What’s the sense of being nice
When they treated me wrong,
Not once, but twice?

One day, I know that the lights will shine on me.
Then I will have my chance to be
What I am aiming to be.

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