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NOS

Push me pull me, I lie wavering in the middle.
This way and that, nowhere to stand.

You are or your  not.  
What kind of world is this?  

Those without a place, what of us? No we, no group, just Not Otherwise Specified (NOS).

It's like I'm watching ants.
Written by Brie0077 (Epiphany007)
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