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Published: June 21, 2006
secluded from all.
in a dark room.
ambiance from afar.
in the same state of mind,
but antoher conciousness.
lost in the twisted psychy
of each and every, one, individual's
self righteous state of being.

dizzy train of thot.
confused reaction.
no comprehention.
forget wut u were tot.

socializing w/society
put u one step bak.
thot u knew who u were.
now u can't even figure out that.

staying down and low.
being who yor not.
only if they knew.
u'd be kot.
no one understands
that u r wut yor not.
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