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Apr 2014
Pushed to the curb, I find myself hopelessly waiting,
Waiting for something or someone to come save me,
But sadly I'm Invisible to the Human Eye.
I am no longer considered a Human
But simply a cold lost animal,
Grieving for an answer.
Shameka-Ravon Roaix
Written by
Shameka-Ravon Roaix  Maine
(Maine)   
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