Ordinary people always watching and
starting. Judgmental and rude or unusually
I'm an extraordinary person looking down at my shoes.
I've cried and cried to no avail.
Personally living in my own private hell.
If you only knew the secrets I hide.
Subconsciously thinking...My pride, my pride.
Why me? I asked myself many times.
Why not, my response extraordinary mind.

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