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as i walk pass the kid in the corner

i do not see the black finger nails

the sleepless eyes

tear strewn cheeks

    NO



i see myself looking back

sad, dejected, lonesome, suicidle,

i remember thos horrible days

the knife ready and willing



i look again i see a human being

a creature of God

a person staring back with hollow eyes

i hear the silent call for help

whispered over the virgin lips



now i see a friend looking back

now cheerful

now happy

not lonesome



now i always look for that kid in the corner

if i can find that kid in the corner...

i know i will always have a

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