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When people don't
understand you,
you seem to be left behind.
You try to make up the things
you couldn't find.
Although you seem happy outside,
there is a sadness
creeping towards your heart,
not knowing if the feeling is right.
Trying to banish it,
you try to fight
an endless battle,
but too peculiar in a way
That this illness stays
The best way to win this way
is to have someone beside
you,
you will have faith then
and they will not be lost inside
too.
Jessica Garcia
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