Belonging Is A Fools Game

My life is an everlasting domino effect of rejection.

A repetitive cycle fueled purely on insecurity

Therefore always containing power.

Always containing a tight and smothering bond between my innerjoy and thoughts.

Leaving them separated,

To stand alone & fend for themselves.

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Making friends was one of my lifes biggest obsticals.

The shear feeling of being acknowledged or not so outcasted by every coversation

Might have just been enough to stir up a breathe of emotion and turn it into a smile.

I always thought i was differant,

Like something was wrong with me.

But i was yet to understand i was differant at all,

I was chosen.

I had been selected out of the 7.046 billion people on this earth

To be taught that i would never belong.

As human beings we are not born to belong, we are born to

:breathe, blink, and to build.

:look, love, and to listen.

:to hand & hand hold, and to heal.

 

 

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