Everything on this Earth tells me I shouldn’t be here.
From the day of my birth, through each and every year.
Wishing I weren’t here.
Nothing I do is right.
I think unlike the masses.
Tossed into the night as time flows and passes.
Rejection here amasses.
K. Aldaya, 9/23/04
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