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Rated: · Poetry · Adult · #1846725

A snippet of time in which a realization is made.

On my couch I sit,
waiting.
How long do I wait?
I wish the phone would ring
with some news
of my fortune, my fame,
my riches to come.
I was promised, when I was young.
I was special.
I was smart.
I would be
something.

My mother lied.
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