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Here I sit,
Alone...
Waiting...
For someone to look beyond,
These tears I hold inside my eyes,
And to grasp the truth,
Sucked away from this empty soul,
A spirit too tragic to know of...
Physically...
Here I stand,
Stronger...
Harder...
Fighting back the crude remarks,
Living up to high expectations,
Walking past the waste,
Thats pained me for so long, and now,
I can make these emotional wounds,
Disappear...
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