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Bench

Sometimes you feel

                                    left out.

Watching people from the side,

                                              at the end.

"I need some water!"

Here.

Let me get that for you.

                                    Because I'm at the end.

Waiting anxiously

                          at the end of the bench.

Wait. Here he comes!

"Go in."

Oh. He wasn't talking to me.

Watching people from the side,

                                               at the end.

Sometimes you feel

                              left out.

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Jan 24, 2013
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