Eyes, they look up and search for empathy.
Will you share my dreams and unsung melodies?
Will you hold me and shower sympathy
I am the distressed destitute in agony
I may have a life, but it’s an irony
I can not smile nor dream of ecstasy
Share your smiles and your laughter in reality
Don’t laugh nor pity my destiny
make me your friend, I am not a beggar, you see
I am the unloved,
unwanted a soul that wants to break free.
kalabalu 
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