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~*~Population One~*~She sometimes wondered what it might be like... To have all eyes on her as she enters a room. To be both admired and hated as she sweeps through a crowd... Without the slightest hint of gloom or doom. She sits in this dream-land of hers sometimes wondering what it all would mean... Giving up all her freedoms to be surrounded by friends, Would it all be worth it when it, the day,ends? Or is it simply better to be what she has always been... Brave,open-minded,honest,unique, And kind... Someone who actually doesn't mind All that much that she only has to be popular for just one. That in and of itself the only sum that makes sense to her has been... Laid out on the shelf... Is that of the being of self. ~*~Geyna M. Key copyright 2003~*~ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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