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Dec 2017
I stand on the outside looking in.
Im standing looking from the outside
wondering why?
Wondering why I can't open your eyes.
Seeing things in a different light.
Looking at it brought me laughter!
To others it brings anger.
No matter the words they threw at me.
I just could not stop.
I smiled and stood my ground.
I walked away and ignored those sounds.
being poor sometimes brings a different reaction. .
Angela Baerthel
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Angela Baerthel  40/F/Everywhere
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