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Poetry by Brandon WordSmith — exploring love, loss, faith, and the human experience. The site loads its full interactive experience with JavaScript; what follows is the readable text version.

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puzzle, it seems,

Where all pieces have their place, Except the odd piece out. I feel like him, these days. I’ve tried, but I give up. In this world, I.. just don’t fit. It just isn’t meant for me, This just isn’t it. But it’s okay, I’m sure I’ll deal. No, in fact, I’m sure I will. I just don’t care. The ties are being severed And the walls are being built The wire’s being run As the old me slowly wilts. I’m disconnecting from the world I’m losing feeling; numb, Forgetting what it is to love, Forgetting where I’m from. But it’s okay, I’m sure I’ll deal. No, in fact, I’m sure I will. I just don’t care. I only have to feel, That which I desire, Filter out the shit, Burn it in the fire. Because… I’m seperate now I’m isolated, finally free I’m in a world that I control, Since yours rejected me. But it’s okay, It really is. I just don’t care.

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