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Dec 2012
In what world am I accepted?
I am my own being,
Capable of defending my introvert pride.
In what world am I not accepted?
I enjoy strange things,
Such as a dark room enjoys the rare flicker of light.
In what world am I accepted?
I only have one answer, but nothing but a theory shows  through it.
I belong nowhere.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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   rofly and Sarah Villaluz
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