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Jul 2017
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
Second Wind
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