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why is it 

that the best kinds of people


always get the

worst hand

of cards


and they feel

like they are nothing

even though

they are so much more


all because

people step

and stomp

all over

the good ones


why is it that you look

to the sky for blessings


when the best kind

are often at your feet.

-n.c

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