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Hello?

As the wind picks up and I hear the windchime.

I can smell the rain,

floating on the air.

See the sky as a dead pigeon lightly spackled with blue.

As the thoughts come over me I realize,

I am alone.

Wanting to be whole, hoping to be included. But I am different, not here nor there.

I am not committed enough to be put into a box!

I am screaming now, as tears run down my face.

Washing away the pain of yesterday, sweeping the mess I just made under the rug, in hopes of conquering it another day.

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