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    when did i become invisible
    how did my existence become unlivable
    where did my time become undivisble..
    to nothing that is...
    i spent half the time blogging,
    home profile logging, on to
    friends who... were on the rotation clocking...
    Then it was back to home again,
    feet traveling the dirt in wind,
    records repeat on eight spins..
    after the last friend
    i was left with nothing...
    This ones a doctor
    that ones a laywer
    This friend is the next diane sawyer
    who am i?
    just a small chick from georgia..
    Bet you never knew
    just like the one before me.
    They say could it be?
    that she... not on the grind for her degree
    time is ticking..and there is a fee
    with late charges... and no bargains
    no fast talking spoon fed jargon
    we were in the same class
    how could I have finished last?
    they grew up o so fast...
    Look how quick time will pass..
    sit on the couch and life neglects your ass...
    I should have seen it when I saw the baby...
    but how should I have known options would escape me...
    no one ask what she doing now...
    they just know I failed... they never asked how...
    no questions about my future or "what it could have been"
    They just hang there heads down, and say, "there it goes again"
    Then its my turn to speak, the speech thats in my head...
    The one I see play every night before my dome hits the bed...
    o you thought I was done... I told you i wasnt finished
    It takes much more than a hard knock life...cause thats what this is...
    WHEN I come back Ill be back and better than ever...
    Ill be stronger than the hurricane... they will call me a levee
    i will be the tsunami, no pun intented...
    O and by the way how could I forget to mention..
    when they ask," what happened to that girl with the baby who used to sit back there?"
    ill hear someone speak up,"she is a billionaire"

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