He walks again, amongst the living.
He's next to you, but you don't feel him
until you need him.
By then, he's miles away, seeking acceptance
forever trying to fit in.
Like a key bent out of shape
by some malevolent force.
He is desperate,
but few will stop to help
for he is but another oddity
in their minds.
When will he find solace?
When will he find acceptance?
When will he be satisfied with his life?
When will he find himself?
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