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How does it feel to be unloved? Hated? To be awkward? To be uneasy? To feel out of place? And that no one understands you?
It's cold and I slowly froze.
No heat from the sun as it gently rose.
No warmth came from my family's embraces.
No sweetness from the smiles painted on their faces.
It's cold and I will simply freeze.
No laughter, it's awkward, I feel so uneased.
No tenderness from the kisses they gave me.
To be touched by happiness; that'll never be.
It's cold and I will stay frozen.
Joy is sleeping, lone has awoken.
Feeling unloved in this lonesome session
Goodbye! Farewell! And I'll die of depression.