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| Staci Graham INSIGNIFICANT I speak, But no one hears me No one ever does Or has I’ve gotten used to it though This life, that is My life Let’s face it No one cares about me I go unnoticed Unwanted Irrelevant . . . There’s another word for what I am I don’t detest my position, however Like I said I’ve gotten used to it I suppose I deserve this, on some level Don’t ask why: It’s complicated Everyone has a voice, Supposedly But that’s a lie I don’t I’m overlooked Under looked . . . Living in my own vast nothingness It’s funny A thought just came to me Why am I writing this? No one’s going to read it. |
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