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Do you not see me
When I am around?
When you trip me over
I fall and break to hundred pieces,
How can you be so blind
That you fail to see me
Sprawled out on the ground?
I am looking for comfort
In your arms,
But you seek comfort
In your shoes
That kick me around,
As you trample over me,
Scattering my useless bits
Over and under the ground.
I am there you know too!
I breathe on your sound
That keeps me alive
And makes me understand me more.
Now I am no more,
Yet you have no clue,
Of how you trundled someone over
In your drunken stupor.

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