They talk as if I am not there.
Not taking into consideration how hard it is.
Invited out I go each time thinking it will be different and then on arrival it becomes the same as always.
Gritting my teeth I smile and put a face, which throw time withers.
They say I put my self throw it, I chose this life, such distances.
True or false its your call but hear me out.
You don’t choose your sole mates you don’t decide who you fall in love with.
So why am I any different.
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