Somehow,
I feel I don’t fit in here,
everyone else seems happy, content, settled, where as I…
I feel like I’m a spare part,
an accessory,
someone to just be there,
not one of them,
not part of them,
just me,
different,
watching them from far away,
maybe one day.
Maybe,
I’ll fit in.
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