Look at me I am all alone in this big old world.
Left to make it on my own.
Did I ask for this?
Do I deserve this?
Pain, I feel the sharps pains of abandonment.

I sit quietly wondering not knowing what to say.
Am I still suppose to laugh?
Am I still suppose to play?
I feel guilty
I am going on living without you.

by Vonda Overlie

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