I'm bored so I'm going to write a poem
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The world
Always seems to look down on me.
As if I am the greatest Disappointment.
I sit alone
As I do everyday
And think.
Think of what it would be like
To get away.
Or at least feel wanted.
Here I am nothing No one.
I am unnessisary.
So I wonder
Why I go on living.
What is my purpose.
Since I am here
Shouldn't I have one?
Or have I just been forgotten?