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I don´t see any meaning To live with you is like being beaten verbally every day of the year You made my life hell And still you stay with me I have to end this now Now I been saying

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I am a lonely man And possible a loony As well Here I am in my room By myself Enjoying the solitude And lack of humans I need people, I need friends I just can´t stand them Guess that is

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, Ambivalence, April, Black, frustration, Poem, Poems, Poetry