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...to stand tall, Not worthy enough to speak, And not attractive enough to smile. Pointed and laughed at around a crowd, Not seeing one serious face around. all I could do is stick up a finger, Wishing it would have meant a thing. Again like everything in life...NO meaning. Sit there with a stare, Why did you not open your mouth? You could have made a difference. Whatever, it is too late to wonder. The sin is done, The cause is completed, The word is out. You people cry as if I had meant a thing. Maybe you cry because you wish I had meant a thing. Watching peoples reactions make me think... All life is difficult and tough. That is why I ran away. I ran from the crowd, the people, and most of all I ran for you. Being six feet under is not so bad, Though, you think of being alive again to feel the cold winter breeze brush against your f...