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Looking through the window
Watching the world fly by
Wondering why
I’m on the outside looking in

Each feature I see clearly
Almost in slow motion
A blur
And they can’t see me

Sometimes I don’t exist
I don’t belong
A piece of a puzzle
That can’t be found

And yet
It keeps moving forward
Dragging me with it
My hands are scraped now

I struggle to my feet
Bruises here and there
I’m walking tall
I trip and fall

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