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May 2016
Thrown into a whole new world,
The boy felt isolated and lost,
Everyone was like him but yet different,
He could try to communicate,
But no one would hear his plea.


Day after day, night after night,
The boy would stare at the world,
The world the boy loved. The world he longed for,
But the world was not as kind,
The world rejected, and loathed him.


Like a kite flying aimlessly in the sky,
Like a sailboat with no wind,
Like a bird with clipped wings,
The boy could not escape, could not be free.
Scott Skyler
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Scott Skyler
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