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Built to be alone, A missing puzzle piece With no home. Created to stand apart, Like a bullseye, but there aren't any darts. Born to a different lifestock. A black sheep, Without a flock. Pieced together perfectly, A stained glass window, placed where no one can see. There is no place on this planet for someone with a sealed fate. Hopeless romantic, Doomed to be alone, withering to manic. All the world blind One left behind All against one. Alone
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
all-one
Built to be alone, A missing puzzle piece With no home. Created to stand apart, Like a bullseye, but there aren't any darts. Born to a different lifestock. A black sheep, Without a flock. Pieced together perfectly, A stained glass window, placed where no one can see. There is no place on this planet for someone with a sealed fate. Hopeless romantic, Doomed to be alone, withering to manic. All the world blind One left behind All against one. Alone
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
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