If all that is broken can be made whole
All that is torn can be mended,
What say you of he human soul?
Sundered once, never can be whole
Brethren, they call themselves
None of my kin they are
False claims, you do not care
How can you ever?
Alone, but yet I see them
They surround me, laughing
Gaiety and joy spreads
And yet, And yet I am alone..
A third eye, a third wheel
From afar.. Yet so near
But never belonging
Ever different, never truly belonging
The cup is half full say you
It is half empty say I
But yet my cup runneth over
And I can drink no more...
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