I stand on the staircase to watch them pass
They never seem to notice my presence
I wish to walk to them and say hi
But my gut always remind me of disappointment
Do I always need friends to get courage?
If I stare too long at them, passers by will think I'm stupid
What will make them to notice my friend request?
All I want is to stand and have a little chat with them.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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