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“Ignored”

The words I have to say are already rehearsed

Combined all the courage I gathered

Composing myself then the ticking starts

Here comes the throbbing of my heart.

Approaching on my direction

I waved my hand to get your attention

Passing without taking a glance or even uttering a single word

Until now, I am still ignored.

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