Little old me
By me2you
Thu, 10 May 2007
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Sat on a bench looking around
The world speeds past me
People rushing
Somewhere to go
Someone to see
Someone to love, but not me.
Lost, alone and frightened
Completely outside the circle of
Whispering secrets
Shared passions
I'm locked out, there is no key
All alone, just being me.
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