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Out of Place
I’m not meant for this world,
my thoughts cause it to become unfurled,
this world and I make each other sick,
our dreams are shattered quick.
Existing like a viral infection,
a parasitic projection,
if only I could infect one cell,
this place wouldn’t be a living hell.
But is it only a hell for me?
Is this, after all, not where I’m supposed to be?
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