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Reason To Beleive That I Am Useful
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words when i was lost maybe I’m not really,
but I like to think I am sometimes,
people say I am an "all-around good person",
They can't see the holes that were stuck in my heart
So many times, by them,
They cry for themselves, feeling sorry
their nail polishes chip off their
Glowing hands, their faux tears are
as transparent as they are.
But they say I am a good friend
so maybe I am useful,
Maybe sometimes my wings can fly higher
Sometimes my voice is maybe more pleasing....
But when I look through the glass, all I see
Is someone who doesn't know
Who or what, or
where She is.
