More than Me

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The corner was the place I sat in this classroom scene. There were jocks, and preps, and geniuses who seemed much more than me.Each and every day I would watch and wait for an outstretch of a hand to those of us who sat amongst the the forgotten and forlorn. But it never happened, never did. I wish you could've seen it was those of us who sat back there Who needed a spark for our dreams.

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