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Quiet
Sitting in the back;
I stop and stare,
With voices to and fro;
And words on air.
A book in hand,
and music in my ears,
I will curl into a ball,
And act a little queer.
I never fit in one place.
I never know the right thing to say,
So I hide in the dark,
And will not come out to play.
Then, I see,
A boy and his mother,
Two lovers holding hands,
And a child with her brother.
I realized, that-
I might not have my face shown,
But I don’t fancy,
Being alone.

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I wrote this close to the heart. I like being quiet but not lonely