There's always that feeling
One time, one feels loved
Another time, unloved
And maybe well regarded
Sometimes disregarded
One feels also hated at times
And so valued other times
He feels cared for at a time
Some other times, uncared for
He could feel relevant this minute
The next minute, he feels irrelevant
And he feels useful one time
The next time, he feels used
But he doesn't know
It doesn't matter the feelings
He is always what he is
And a soul who loves him
Always does so
No matter the new development
Those things do not change...
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu
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