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Social Seclusion


Socially self-secluded because socially i do not exist, my thoughts cloud my mind 

(outcast, loser, weirdo, dramatic, emotional wreck) these can not be repaired

no matter how much i fix i am bound to fall right back to pieces leaving,

retreating to my safe spot allowing silence, but still these thoughts cloud

my mind as they will until the end of time, even long after im gone.

                                                  by: Javoan Miranda

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