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Dec 2017
The saying goes: "there is no place like home."
But what is home to the poor, lonely souls?
Are they destined to eternally roam,
searching, but never achieving their goals?

The ostracized accept their solitude;
there is nothing else for them to receive.
When they attempt to give, their gifts are crude;
the world has taught them to always deceive.

There is no place for the introverted
among those who keep their eyes averted.
ScarringRhythm
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ScarringRhythm  16/M/Washington, U.S.
(16/M/Washington, U.S.)   
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