A down spiral in denial,
Is foul to weaken souls.
And gets out of control,
When emotions held bestow...
A draining pain to feel,
Felt to stay the same.
And people known to be down,
Find very few who come around...
To show concern or empathy,
One seeks to want it found.
It matters not the fame.
Or success that gets acclaim.
There's still a need,
Of a getting some affection.
Too many disconnected,
Don't have feelings felt to give.
And often they are people,
Saying words so negative.
It matters not the fame.
Or success one may obtain...
Everybody wont confess,
A wanting of affection.
It matters not the fame,
In the playing of the game!
Everybody keeps it wished,
To get themselves affection.
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