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The time has come for you to leave me alone, you have picked at me, ridiculed
me, and put me down. Now that you have satisfied your primeval need to cause
pain, give your tongue and my heart a rest. I cannot help that I don't look like you,
nor would I want to. I am my own person, in my own right, to be slow, deformed,
ugly, handicapped, ordinary and .......feeling.
Copyright © Rusty Soper | Year Posted 2006
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