Outlier.
Sometimes, no, all the time, I feel alone.
I ponder if there’s a debt i was inclined to pay in my past life.
To condition my mind to believe I deserve these underlying feelings.
In a room full of people, I’m drowning in the pressure.
Do I have a presence?
Are you there?
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