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Apr 28
All the stares,
I'm use to it.
All finger pointing,
I'm use to it,

Being betrayed,
I'm use to it.
Being replaced,
I'm use to it.

Being the second option,
I'm use to it.
And you might think I'm a waste of space,
But the truth is, I'm use to that too.
Written by
Ashanta  18/F
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