Your face, recently, has gotten less views,
The taste of deprivation, it’s all old news,
The look of devastation, I know it too well,
The vivid imagination, can you imagine Hell?
We all are under the influence of unseen dreams,
You run solo, everyone else is on teams,
The fact that you understand what others cannot,
The fact you’ve given everything you’ve got,
Honored by the love, you want the such and such,
Yet you feel alone, deprived of a touch.
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