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*The Same*Trisha Barrek Sun 5/25/2008 8:04 AM Everyday i wake up its always the same Put on my clothes brush my teeth I only have myself to blame I never have any friends to meet Its to work and back home I feel so unwanted so not myself I feel so alone I wish i could put my life back on the shelf My life will never be different or change It'll always be the same I just wish i could have it arranged To show people my life's not a game Copyright* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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