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Being alone, I feel glad
Surrounded by, I feel bad
Getting criticise, I feel sad
Being ignored, I am dead
I am dead to the world
Seems I'm not mold
Not mold enough to form
I was made like a worm
Getting separated with people
I am dead, not sociable
Can't be seen by people
I felt like a standing pole
In your eyes, I'm dead
Seeing me as death
Now I am near dead
Now I won't fear death
Death that I always see
Dead as I always seems
Feelings are all unseen
Sas where I had been