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This thread makes me feel a little bit sad - no, not for the people who didn't make the list, that's not so bad - but for those who did but still have a lonely little zero sitting by their name.
They are up on the stage in the public eye, unwanted, and with nowhere left to hide.
Like at the prom - they assume a lonely stance, stand by the wall while the popular people do the popular dance.
And the people on the floor all say, "look at him, against the wall, look at her, in the corner there." And those unwanted few are trying hard to show their nonchalance; but all the while the hot hand of humility lays on their necks and lays their feelings bare.
Eyes sting, ears ring, dry lips twitching, nostrils flair, fingers run through sweat-soaked hair, and in the center the popular people tell themselves it's not polite to stare.
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