I can see you from the corner
Doesn't it make you wonder?
Because distance ain't matter
As though I able to whisper
Why you look so steady
When others ignoring you really
Why you stand silently
When others kick you harshly
Yet, I am seeking an answer
Why people can't ever
adore u like they did to summer
Even you ain't a murder
They named you rubbish-can
But you ain't rubbish as man
who staining their hand
Throwing rubbish out of the can
-Elsa
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