You know that feeling you get thinking, more like knowing that someone else will always have some kind of power someone close to you? Well, this is exactly what this is for. The it backwards and the title... separate it.(its a palendrome)

Small talk.

Lonely walks towards, well...

Can't take my eyes off perfection.

Feeling like, standing like.

Wishing like I was one of them.

"Liar, Liar!", she says, but.

But I can't stand the way he puts her hands up.

This is only step twelve.

Why am I still,

how am I still standing?

Answer Natas!

Now there's the effigy I know.

Thanks again...

Submitted: July 16, 2008

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