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How can it be
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Life Poems How can it be God.
How can you let people make fun of me.
Call me names talk to me like i am stupid.
Why must I see all this happening to me.
How can you stand to see all this happening to me.
Or do you not see.
Do you just turn around and sit down.
How can you sit down when i start to frown.
I would think you would be a clown and not let me stay down.
Or maybe you want me to frown and stay down for a reason.
Is it so other people can share there love.
Maybe it's because they want a hug.
Or maybe just someone to love.
