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As I walk down that street I wonder:
-what has brought me here?
-why am i empelled for revenge?
-would anyone know it's me?
-who would care if it was?
And then I remeber the story.
I walked down the street.
That lonesome street.
I have no friends, to walk with me.
I have no parents, to greet me when I'm home. And I have no life at school.
Today, no one knew I exsisted.
Today, no one cared i was there.
And today, I was an invisible freak, that everyone makes fun of.
Life has no exsistence.
The exsistence in today is different from the exsistence in tommorrow.
For It is a horrid day for a life that has no exisistence.
And it was a horrid day of the funeral.
When no one decided to show.
Exsistence is everything.
That is all that matters.
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that is really sad!!!!