Fitting In

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Neon color in darkness
That's me
I don't fit in anywhere
Now I'm filled with despair.

I talk with the hearing
I get lost
I talk with the Deaf
I go astray.

See, I don't fit
In any puzzles
This is all sick
All torture
I want it to end.

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