I feel as if I'm amoung Tin Men.
No one cares or loves anymore.
No one says hello and goodbye.
They never said Good Dreams.
They never said I love you.
I expected them.
My expections set to high.
I wanted you to say it back.
I wanted you to feel the same.
Taken, you are.
I dare not disturb your happyness.
For I am a tin man with a heart.
A heart that longs for you and your happiness.
I am the Tin Man.
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