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{A work in progress}

I’ve had these feelings

I was young and ready to take on the world

Don’t you think more of me?

Have I become just another one of those forgotten faces

I hung on every word but in the end you became my rope

I’m screaming as you let go

If I had another chance, the courts would of gone in your favour

Its hard to say I’ve tried when I don’t care anymore

My dignity left me at a bus stop in Las Vegas

With no money and just a shadow by my side

I’m that lost little girl on the side of the milk carton

You so carelessly threw away