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Jan 2018
Here I sit,
Looking at you
But pretending no to.

Lending a hand
Every time you fall,
But not recognized at all.

Is this all there is to life?

I stand.
For once you notice me.
But is too late now
Today, You mean nothing to ME.
Jessica Lima
Written by
Jessica Lima  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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     ---, mumu and Yasin
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