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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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