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Shivering. alone. I sit here and I think.
I think what would it take to bring me to that point.
That point of no return where you never can tell.
Tell black from white, wrong from right.
I sit here and I ponder, Really wander.
My mind drifts away.
Away from societies realistic views.
Mine have the presumption of insanity.
Always inclined to be put into separation.
Separation from societies sub-culture creations.
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