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I’m tired of being overlooked.
I’m tired of being treated 
like shit. I’m tired of being 
around you. There’s nothing 
to do but keep going but 
it’s hard when everybody 
uses you. I want to know what 
everyone else sees in me. 
I want to know but I am afraid
to ask. Please tell me what 
happens to me next.

— published in Poetry

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