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Missing
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Slowly it starts
I'm here and now I'm not
In or out, here or there
Does it matter?
No, not really
You say you care
So why am I not there?
Instead I'm over here
Left by myself?
Yes, really there
Words I convey
But always they do stray
Missing someone that hears
I don't matter?
That's what is real
Emotions come
I push them far away
Why do I need them here?
They don't matter
No one listens
It was a fight
Now there is no reason
Things are what they are now
Always losing
Never winning
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© 1999 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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