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There was once a very oblivious teenage boy;
around the decently youthful age of fourteen,
whose outward showings were anything but coy,
but otherwise who was not much seen.
He wanted but a few humble things in life;
those being to be noticed and seen and loved,
and narrowly avoiding life's constant strife
he found he was merely being pushed and shoved
No one wanted him, no one to pick him up
crawling around or hopping on one single foot
not even a soul willing to give him a water cup
and eventually he was forced to stay put
Until one day, he saw a friendly face, beaming at him
and they helped him up, bringing him to a stable stance
just when the outlook of his desperate life had looked grim
someone had given him a second glance...
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