Upset

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One inconciderate person can set you right back :(

I cant do, get anything right,
Day through, to deepest night.
Everything done, is so wrong,
No longer feel, like I belong.

At work , home the same,
Starting to hate, call my name.
At home alone, on the net,
Just makes me, get very upset.

 
 
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