Outside
Born on the outside of the world
Everything seems so strange
Never felt like I belonged
Success is the only thing that keeps me tethered to the absurdity
The pain of fading consiousness in the last lap is the only reality
Everything else is trapped in another world... Don't know where don't know why don't know how
Copyright © Phillipe Foucher | Year Posted 2015
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