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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