Under lifes Bridge

  Occasionally I consider myself to be the root of a tree .. as I gather myself   ,thousand of thoughts miles long have I wonder about life and where I belong.. I belong not.. my need to feel apart of this world ,has made me consider what if I was normal.. would I know what I now know.. All scraps and pieces of a wasted mind concern about images and the attention of all.. I rather not be normal even though I walk alone ..I'm not better than them, but I have come to realize who I now have to be..
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