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Just give me a chance.
One little bit.
A small dance.
A notion that I am not shit.

What is a type anyway?
After what you did to me,
I don't know what to say.
The slightest acknowledgement would bring glee.

Just something
Anything.
Don't do this to me.
Not again.

Why did you set me free?

Yesterday things were fine,
Just as when we were nine
Years old.
But now, for some reason, I've been told
Goodbye.

posted by Ashleigh at 7/01/2001 06:50:00 PM [edit]