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Cruel WorldCruel World Always and outcast yearning to fit in. Forever it seemed to last even as adulthood begins. As a child the others avoided her hoping she'd go away. They all seemed to forget about her each and every day. When she was younger with a baby on the way. She would try to talk to them but they never cared what she had to say. Even when she started working strangers she would meet. They all acted a certain way, every time an agonizing defeat. She contemplated death each and every day She figured “Why not? Would they care anyways? How this all ends is she still lives on. And the memories of those people are anything but gone. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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