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Brett Palmero Oct 2016
What do I mean to others?
Am I given a second thought?
Maybe I'm a bother
Someone left to rot
Yet those around me smile
When they see me coming
They want me to stay a while
I don't understand the caring
The love they share
For a person like me
Is something I hold dear
A thing of true beauty
For incase I feel worthless
People will hold me regardless
Luana

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