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Doubt
Though I am surrounded
I am the loneliest person
Though I am celebrated
I am forever losing
Though I am revered
I am despised in one's eyes
Though I am loved
I am hated, truly hated
Though I walk with many
I am the lone walker
Though I hear your sincerity
I am deafened by self pity
Wednesday 27th May 2015 7:35 pm
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