Often, I look out the window and wait. I see her as she comes and goes, to visit with everyone-it seems but me. I know that sometimes I'm not as friendly as I should be. But I'm scared- that people won't like me. So I hide in my shell. And talk to know one. But still... I wish they would notice that I am here. I need them. Please, somebody talk to me. I need a friend.
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