Miss them already.
I worry and complain...
Feel, sometimes,
that I'm going insane.
I grumble and moan,
Wish I could run away
and be alone.
But when they're all gone
from my life,
When I realise
I mean nothing to them
And they don't give a shit,
I can't avoid the water
Running to my eyes
And wish I could quit.
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