Always on the Edge

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Always on the outer edge, never in the middle.

My life a social struggle, a never ending riddle.

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Years to make a friend or two, a moment to see them go.

And yet, one person sees me, why she stays I'll never know.

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Maybe you only get one, the one that never leaves you.

When you are invisible, the only one that sees you.

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Yet still I seek a circle, a fruitless search for others.

Some friends to exchange some laughs, some sisters

and some brothers.

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Still I'm blessed to have this one, I really can't complain much.

It's just fear of life's hard ending, a void without her touch.