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Sympathetic


I am an open book, if you happen to look. I am a variety of things, that happen to make me bling. I am what you call sympathetic I am quiet but loud, as my mind speaks louder then a crowd. I am not normal or calm, when the ball is in the center of my palm. I am what you call sympathetic I am always smiling when I am happy, even when I'm feeling crappy. I am generous to all, as hatered can not make me fall. As low and hateful as they can be, no that will never be me. I am what you call sympathetic I am a lifter not a leaner, as I am a big thinker. I am someone who's cares, and loves to share. I am what you call sympathetic I am an open book, if you happen to look. I am a variety of things, that happen to make me bling I am what you call sympathetic.
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