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Friends

Left, all alone,
Like a child, like a stone
No one, wants to save
One who’s dying, in a grave
The stars, burnt out
Long ago, without a shout
And now the clouds, run dry
Without a rain, or reason why
Feeling, inside
Cold, wanna hide
Crying, without a voice
Dreams, aren’t a choice
Or can’t be reality
Or fulfilled partially
Drowning, in the ocean
Deep, in commotion
Trying to die
Without much of a try