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A smile of recognition Lights up your face Right hand poised Ready for a tiny wave A cheerful greeting On the tip of your tongue But she walks pass you Right pass you Without a second glance Like everyone else did The smile fades The hand falls to the side Your head drops Another friend Or so you thought You feel, Overwhelmed Engulfed by emotion Or lack of it An empty eggshell You are, An ugly wall paper A plain boring gift wrapper Wrapped neatly around An empty, abandoned box You are but, A broken glass slipper Shattered, like your hopes Lost, like your dreams Uncared for You are just, Another insignificant fi

Jollin lay very still in bed, awake. She had to make a conscious effort to keep her eyes shut, and concentrate instead on the sounds that surrounded her. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, and a tiny smile lifted the corners of her dainty mouth. It was the first time she had succeeded in overpowering her natural instincts, to resist flicking open her eyelids the moment consciousness hit her. Jollin had been trying this experiment all week long, and now, on the very last day, she was victorious. The purpose of this exercise was to listen. Jollin wanted to capture the very first sounds she heard in the morning. Mike, her friend researc