Never feeling more alone than in a group full of people,
I thirst for someone to get, to know, to understand,
A pitiless and bruised individual warrants no love,
But that is all that I seem to be striving to be.
I have a cache of happiness allotted for each day,
Use it up, I'm a faker, I'll use it all on you,
Just to make you believe that my make believe is real.
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