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A feeling all too familiar
To Me.
Always failing to reach the top
Unable to meet the mark
For You.
Satisfaction seldom found
Never quite enough…again
For You.
Continuous flux and float
This – the only constant
For Me.
Contentment? A farce.
Love? A convenient lie.
Success? Fleeting.
Friendship? A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Hope? Is Nothing.
These things – To Me.
Try as I may, try as I might.
All of my reality – insignificantly trite.
So, I ask myself
Is it worth the fight?
You Lil Dickens 
Very valid musings… beautifully expressed…
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Thank you so much, Sushmita.
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Nothing about oneself is trite. Our dignity and well-being are always worth the fight, no matter how different we are from everyone else. There are so many normal people who try hard to be weird. I think why? I have always been truly weird and different. I was often ostracized as a kid and got teased a lot. As I think you might agree, it’s not always that great to be different. I’m a black sheep. Curiously enough, I’ve worn all black all the time since 1992.
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Oh, how true that is! Being different is a special kind of burden. Hmmm…really? That’s interesting. 😉 Hey, the black sheep of the world should stick together!
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We seem to find each other even in the vastness of the blogosphere and etherverse. Like people who had alcoholic parents seem to be able to pick each other out from across the room with hundreds of people between them. There’s something about the style.
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YES! EXACTLY! Couldn’t have said it better myself.
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