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At The End
Here we are, at the end
Think of where we have been
From not knowing names
To begging to be heard
And then
We find ourselves remembering
The smallest things
Which before were overlooked
Freaking out
Through our cell phones we shout
For changing
When we said that we would
Not your fault
No promises made at all
And all the same
I'm better of alone
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