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I should be put out in the blistering cold
Rust in the rain,
that lone man everyone seemed to have once loved but
just seemed to have forgotten

This volunteer job, all it is, is something to keep me occupied, something to lead me far astray from remembering how terribly lonely i am, that's all it seems to be, at least right at this moment, the first office is awesome, i know i will get close to those people but still..

I wish i could burst into tears, just explode with my own emotion,
I am made of stone, i have to read other peoples stories to shed a tear, mine is never enough

I guess ive just been crippled by the realist side of me, "at least you have parents, and a home"
always comparing.

I dont want pity, i just want true sincere company is all