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Apr 2015
When I stand next to them,
I feel like an outsider.
When I'm without them,
I feel lost amongst silence.

In what way can I save myself
from inner torment,
and stormy self-pity?

Every social task is a chore
and when there is none to be taken
I find myself bored.

Strip me of my name and social security number,
and stick me in a room where I no longer exist.
I'm shedding my skin,
taking leave from society.

I'm on the outside looking in
forever-more.
SSColby
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SSColby  America
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