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By Victoria F. Sanchez I’m not different, I’m just like you. I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears. Like many I am afraid of dying. The thoughts of being beneath the dirt Makes me feel like crying I may not be rich, but it’s nothing to whine about How I use the money I have is what counts So don’t toss me a bone, My issues are nothing but my own. I admit, there are be times like life has ended and I may feel lonely and drear Then something saves me, a temporary home is here. I’m not so different, I’m just like you I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears, like many I’m afraid of heights The thought of falling to the ground Starts to make my heart pound I am not rich, but I am not poor I am stable, to pay the bills; I am able. I have few dollars to spare, don’t need any bone Take this, now please leave me alone I admit, I am bored at times with nothing to do but stare at the wall Left hoping that someone, anyone would call. I’m not so different, I’m just like you I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears, like many I’m afraid of spiders 8 legs is one too many, those creatures will scare any I wouldn’t say I’m rich, but I have more money than others A bone I don’t need, But I will give it to others if needed Paying if forward, what that boy did I admit, at times I question who my friends are. Which ones were there from the start. Which ones will depart? Unanswered questions left me falling apart. WE are not so different
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
I'm Not So Different
By Victoria F. Sanchez I’m not different, I’m just like you. I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears. Like many I am afraid of dying. The thoughts of being beneath the dirt Makes me feel like crying I may not be rich, but it’s nothing to whine about How I use the money I have is what counts So don’t toss me a bone, My issues are nothing but my own. I admit, there are be times like life has ended and I may feel lonely and drear Then something saves me, a temporary home is here. I’m not so different, I’m just like you I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears, like many I’m afraid of heights The thought of falling to the ground Starts to make my heart pound I am not rich, but I am not poor I am stable, to pay the bills; I am able. I have few dollars to spare, don’t need any bone Take this, now please leave me alone I admit, I am bored at times with nothing to do but stare at the wall Left hoping that someone, anyone would call. I’m not so different, I’m just like you I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two I have fears, like many I’m afraid of spiders 8 legs is one too many, those creatures will scare any I wouldn’t say I’m rich, but I have more money than others A bone I don’t need, But I will give it to others if needed Paying if forward, what that boy did I admit, at times I question who my friends are. Which ones were there from the start. Which ones will depart? Unanswered questions left me falling apart. WE are not so different
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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