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Aug 2013
Everyone looks at me with high hopes,
Overcome by their own needs to realize,
That I am slowly dying inside.
All that I do is for them,
so that I,
A worthless being,
may feel that I am not a complete waste of space.
But even after the hard labor of pleasing everyone,
I still feel as useless as before.
Nikki
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Nikki  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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