I am waiting
For a friend.
This unkindness
Has
no end.
Hate is radiating.
The halting glares
Pass through me
Like
I am not there.
It isn’t nice
That I should
Have nothing
Good.
I wish,
That just one time,
I would be seen
As
more than a line.
Destructing full
vision
But not really there.
Oh please
It is not fair.
I am alone.
-- Holly
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