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Wherever I go by many I walk by
No one dares looks at me straight in the eye

Power radiates off me and people stare
People argue but with me they do not dare

Nerves assault others simply to be in my presence
Because no one knows me, just my pretense

Whispers die out when I go near
It's clear to hear everyone's fear

No real friends amongst me and it stings
People only want me for my material things

I'd trade anything to be rid of these ways
And be loved at least for one of my days
Written by socialbutterfly
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