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Apr 2017
I was standing there
waiting to be recognized,
waiting for an approval,
but she walked by me,
as if  i was just another inanimate object,
But when i realized that is was not "she" but it was everyone,
That's when i knew that my presence was only in my hands
Written by
Lana  19/F
(19/F)   
220
     Lior Gavra and Botan
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