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Alien

Is it possible that I am from outer space?
Is that why I can’t find my place
On this Earth that spins so fast
It blurs my face
And tangles my hair
It never slows pace

It seems as though no one knows my name
So I forced to question from where I came
As I watch from the outside
With distant fear
The same persistent question circling my brain
“Why am I here?”






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