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Neither Do I
They don't like me,
But neither do I,
I shield my face from them,
Because I am carefully curated,
Cured like resin,
But soft as snow,
I know what I’m doing,
But inside these walls I don’t feel as home,
I am a child that no one likes,
But the other fact is,
Neither do I,
Neither am I the person they see,
When someone says to envision me,
All I ask is why,
Though I know the answer,
Because neither do I,
And neither will you.
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riley smith
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