Jun 2018
sits,
at the edge of the world,
desperate to be brought in
to the warmth of the pack.
but when invited,
declines politely.
preferring to sulk in solitude,
and wonder,
why aren't i good enough
to be a part of the group.
at the edge of the world,
desperate to be brought in
to the warmth of the pack.
but when invited,
declines politely.
preferring to sulk in solitude,
and wonder,
why aren't i good enough
to be a part of the group.
(Elsewhere)
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