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Sep 2013
Invisible, unknown.
What's the difference?
Either way I am not seen.
Not believed.
Blamed for everything.

And someone else gets credit for my accomplishments.

Maybe that's why I strive to be
Noticed.
I correct people,
I talk nonstop,
I go on rants about things that no one cares about.
I don't try to.
It just slips out.

And maybe that's why I write in class.

Because I know I am heard here.
You know me better than they do.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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