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My sand castles fall,
My dream catchers fail,
My Kleenex does not always dry the tears away.
My deepest sorrows radiate through my crinkled hands.
Look into a blind man’s eyes, no better yet look into mine.

See the way they fade
watch how they cast down
from everyone’s worried gaze.

I am one that most know as pariah
For I had a voice.
All were deaf.





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