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Thoughts of a loner

I don't long to belong.
Anymore.

Lock picks, paintbrushes,
Desparate lunges for an individual conformity,
Playing cards scattered over my floor,
Like stars across a clear night sky,
And everywhere I tread my foot crushes,
Yet another lunge from before.
I've given up,
And I don't hope to belong
Anymore.

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