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  • My dear readers, I sometimes wish you could feel what I feel
    You probably have no idea how it feels being an outsider; if you do, I understand

    Sometimes I wonder, when will it end?
    As my life ends and another begins
    Death is something we cannot prevail
    Near the end we go
    Every person looks at me, and doesn't care if I leave this world
    Sometimes each stare I get makes me feel more different than the last
    Sadly I walk away from them, feeling like an outsider

    Long after this summer ends, I know I will resuscitate
    Ending this will be my pleasure; no more pretending to be someone else
    Funny memories are here to stay; it feels great to feel accepted by my world
    Today school begins, and as summer ends, my true life begins...
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