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Apr 2012
I could never figure out
What was wrong with me
Why wherever I went
No one could see

That there was a person inside
Who had traits other than quiet
Who was sweet, kind, and funny
With enough loyalty to start a riot

No matter what I do
Or how close I get
I suppose not even my friends
Will understand what I meant

When I said things too deep
Or even out of thin air
They don't get the mind inside
I might as well not even share
Another early poem
Mary Moussa
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Mary Moussa
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