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Every day, I sit and stare

at you talking about what others consider nonsense. 

I'd call you a wordsmith,

Staged-like words flowing off the tip of your tongue. 

I hunch in the corner of the group,

I came to sit by you everyday,

Listening to your laugh,

Imagining what it'd be like if we were friends,

Knowing you don't feel the same. 

my heart was ripped apart in seconds

and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.

those stitches won't stay

just like I know you won't.

you leave the conversations like deer,

my heart is locked,

and i'm keeping it for you. 

the chain wrapped around it

still remains from the last time

it shattered. 

i build up my mountains,

and my defenses in my mind.

I want my destiny

Given in my hand like a trophy.

I want to know what I'm made for,

Right now, I feel empty. 

Everyone else has their purpose,

And they just seem to fit. 

50% is not a large enough number

to give me any sort of hope. 

But somehow the feeling still mingles

in my mind. 

Your respect for me

has probably hit the ground,

And I'm running