There's a Big Hole

When i used to be precious and needed, that feeling is so good and nice. And i'll do anything to be worth it and respected. People give me compliment and smile all way along. I forget that someday, they'll mocking me.
And when that day comes, I'm falling down until the deep side. Cannot mend. Cannot stand. They continue mocking, forgetting and leaving. We're all alone. I'm all alone.
Time changed, people changed. Me? Falling down.
I try to mend it alone, when nobody realized that I'm here. Sad is too mainstream. I'd rather survive. And you know what? I'm better than them. Try to repair the 'big hole' on my story.
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