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I sat in the corner of the room,
Homping someone would notice me,

I see you, coming towards me and I'm,
you stop and talk to friends not seeing me.

I'm alone and no one cares,
I dont't matter to them

I'm still waiting for that one person to come along,
Still the person to be my savior has not arrived.

I see another person coming to me,
His hand extends toward me.

I go with him and we are,
This person is my savior.

He is my savior,
my savior
The first to notice me

My one and only
True Savior

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