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I Am Nobody

I stay in shelters.
The streets are not safe.
I don't need to be here.
I can't sleep.

My arm hurts each time
They take out my blood pressure.
It feels like they're trying
To cut off my arm.

I don't go by names.
I am nobody.
I'm not talking to anyone.
I want to go home.

This place is pathetic.
My eyes are so tired.
I don't have the strength
To see or cry.

I'm leaving today.
Maybe I can make
Myself so small
Nobody will miss me.

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