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Dec 2015
Solidarity, it is my home away from home,
My prison and paradise,
My sanctuary and cage,
My nightmare and dream,
Is it to be my friend or foe?
I suppose I will never know,
As I am one who is forsaken of that which is companionship,
Yet I can neither be one with who I am with or without it,
My purpose for being here,
The meaning of my existence,
In a world that has lost all face,
A world where I have no place.
Written by
Harley Quinzel  London
(London)   
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