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Apr 2021
I got a million bandaids
for my hands and feet

it doesn't hurt
but here comes running hot water

it's sad now
no one cares if I eat dinner

we
like the image of pity

to help those in need
so we can feel better about ourselves

we like
the innocent
and the
dumb

to take advantage
and manipulate

I learned that
very small ears
big eyes

we all
learn the hard way

learned
to carry bandaids
eileen
Written by
eileen
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   Bogdan Dragos
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