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Many a time in life he thinks, of how well to society he links. Sometimes a COWARD, sometimes a SHRIMP, always a loser, never does he win. Unable to relate, he wanders around places unknown; maybe homeward bound, but knoweth he not, to where belongs, that is a place nowhere to be found.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
An Introvert
Many a time in life he thinks, of how well to society he links. Sometimes a COWARD, sometimes a SHRIMP, always a loser, never does he win. Unable to relate, he wanders around places unknown; maybe homeward bound, but knoweth he not, to where belongs, that is a place nowhere to be found.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
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