All odd angles, not even close to normal.
I’ve never fit in.
Or just the only one paying attention?
No allies. Just skeptics
Spinning lies based on fear.
Solitude breeds discontent,
But people prove me right at every turn.
You say I am too harsh, unable to forgive.
I only know I struggle with the will to live.
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