The hidden line

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Time is wasted day after day.
I sit with people I don't understand people I don't belong with.
As I look at the people I do belong with I am intimidated.
I feel as though there is a line that I can never cross
separating me from them.
I will never tell anyone how I feel.
I am an impenetrable brick wall.
But, I will always long to be on the other side.
The emo side.


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