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Calmly here
I sit and wait
Alone in a crowd of ppl
Every day I cry
Wondering y it has 2 b this way
All the time I c them
Socalled friends
Backstabbers
Enimies
It rains on me
Sun shines on others
A quite wisper in the wind
Tells me not 2 cry
But, still I do
Wonder ing y oh y
Should it b this way