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May 2019
They laugh
       at  me  because  I'm
different. I laugh at them
         because  they're
            all the same.

               I don't
      blame  people  for
  talking  behind  my  back.
           They have
   obviously  heard  what
              happens
     when you talk ****
          to my face.

              I notice
       everything. I just
       act like I don't.
  People fail to realize that
         I don't forget
   **** they said or did to
          me to, or things
   they wouldn't do for me
      when  I needed help
because there is no expiration
                 date
         for disrespect.
                                                     ­                     Jon York   2019
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
166
   Weeping willow
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