I ask
I am not ugly, nor pretty
I ask
I am shamed
I ask
I am not wanted
I ask
I am denied
I ask
I am alone
I ask
I am forgotten
I ask
I am not existent
No denying now; I am an old soul. One of a few, that are in a wired universe of youthful exuberance and blissful ignorance.
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