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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Am Just Another Number...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i step into a room<br>of glossy wood facing <br>a number of stoic, pallid, <br>bulky faces, <br>the stare at me, hold their chins<br>with their pointed fingers, <br>and begin to ask me<br>questions, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am careful not to offend<br>these gods, who by all means<br>have blood and veins like myself, <br>and i cannot figure out really<br>any difference<br>except only the fact<br>that i am the one under<br>scrutiny</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i feel like a fish for sale<br>a junk for disposal, <br>a letter to be read as they <br>look for lapses <br>of thought and syntax<br>and content and<br>style</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they have no mercy<br>as they violate rule and rule upon<br>my own chosen propriety<br>like 'why do say yeah? ' say 'yes' it's proper and polite, <br>(but i am polite in every aspect) <br>'no, you're not' the old man with osteoporosis butted in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is a belittling experience<br>a humiliation, <br>to a crowd like these<br>i am nothing but a gadget</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'is he useful? ' 'will he serve our purpose? '<br>'does he get a backer to support his destination? '<br>'does anybody know him? <br>'can he be our tool for the next election? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>and then i was told to go out<br>to wait.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One writes me a letter. I'm not in.<br>That's it. For what reason i do not really know.<br>Who am I to them? 'Kid, you're just another number in there.<br>More numbers are coming for scrutiny.<br>And they have no mercy, no compassion at all'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then, when it was over, i too made a conclusion<br>'Who cares? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then here i am, free as the wind, and could not care less<br>as anybody else.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Perhaps, it is not my destiny. <br>Perhaps, God is saying, ' It is harmful for you'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Leave it. It will do no good for you' my conscience speaks to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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of glossy wood facing 
a number of stoic, pallid, 
bulky faces, 
the stare at me, hold their chins
with their pointed fingers, 
and begin to ask me
questions, 

i am careful not to offend
these gods, who by all means
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