Dislocation
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How am I to right this?
When, the problem's me.
I don't think I can fight it.
Why can't they all see?
I didn't choose the broken,
The bitter, insane.
But here it lives within me.
Empty hearts in a snowless blizzard
taking on the heat of day
lost to the world so ever loved
lost in a world once meant for play