Stigma


Can you hear me?
Can you listen?
I know you see me,
now you're gone...

Am I sideways,
or just smitten,
to be told,
I'm always wrong...

I guess we are,
or we are missing.
Our lack of effort,
is our song...

The people lost us,
well good riddance.
How else to make the,
people strong?

Can we find us?
Inside existence?
I hope we do,
before we're gone...

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