The Art of Not Fitting In

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Just a single speck

Of dirt in the white

Powder of sugar.

No one wants it;

No one needs it.

It just feels like it doesn't belong.

Just a single knot

In smooth trail

Of fine thread.

No one wants it;

No one needs it.

It just feels like it doesn't belong.

Just a single soul

In a sea of many

Spirits and hopes.

But no one needs it,

And no one really wants it,

So where on Earth can it go?

All it can do is go look,

Look for others

That feel the same.

But if it can't,

And if it fails,

Thats just one more soul set sail.

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