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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Someone should

Why is there a puddle at the top of the stairs?
Someone is laughing at me.
      Why is the sky only clear at night?
      Someone is mocking me.
              Why do I start to look forward to something already past?
               Someone is belittling me.
               Someone should consider me.
              Why do I feel so small?
       Someone should respect me.
       Why do I feel so insignificant?
Someone should smile at me.
Why do I feel so sad?
Someone should

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