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Quicksand
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Other Dedications I sunk in my seat
Like it was a pile of quicksand
I wanted to disappear
Though I knew they wouldn’t notice
Except for the puff of smoke
Where some unknown person sat.
I wondered what they thought of me
If they thought anything at all
It was hard to be sure
When they always talked about nonsense.
But it didn’t really matter
If they had a negative opinion of me
Because I knew someone
Loved me for who I was.
Nice, i really liked the idea of quicksand. I feel like that sometimes too.