not a poem

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By sweetNsour

the weak link at work the ugly duckling which will never be a swan not knowing myself missing him crying crying crying I am just tired not a poem ok its venting I just want to know why am I here. what my purpose is. I wish i was on a hill to scream. what the heck

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