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Darkly stepping over street, shuffled gaze lowered down
Don't notice me. Don't notice me. you're making it through
A group passes by without reproach, no heads turned round
The next step is solemn, yet here comes the few
Jeering words, mocks, a square hole that didn't fit
You're not what they want, they're lined up to hit
Don't engage and try to stay out
but the feelings are felt, the damage is dealt

Last updated: 2014-11-12

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