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Jun 2012
They see me,
Right through me.
They hear me,
They never listen to me.
When I walk through the door......
Wait,
What door?
They haven't given me a door.  
You know what they gave me?
They gave me a window.
Crystal clear.
They don't see me,
but I'm still here.
Written by
Maggie
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