I wonder how long...
It will take for people to notice.
That I no longer speak,
That I am no longer happy.
How long will it take...
Before they start to care?
When I am not here,
Or when I am?
I no longer care for those I once loved.
I no longer see happiness.
All I can see...
Is Hate, Hurt,
And a girl sat ing a corner,
That wonders...
If there is any good left in this world,
Where is it hidden?
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