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I want to go home,
The feeling of "Don't belong"
Sinks deeply as I sit and
Watch, people walk by
It seems pointless to even
Talk to them, when
Only the feeling digs deeper
The feelings of remorse, pain
Tells me,
"I'm not meant to be"
These friends, become beknown
As the past for me becomes,
Unknown
The feeling of "Don't belong"
Sinks deeply as I sit and
Watch, people walk by
It seems pointless to even
Talk to them, when
Only the feeling digs deeper
The feelings of remorse, pain
Tells me,
"I'm not meant to be"
These friends, become beknown
As the past for me becomes,
Unknown
Diurnum - Atlas of My Day
Over the years, I have a kept a number of illustrative journals combining art and words - poetry, quotes, thoughts, notes - I tend to draw during meetings because it helps me stay focused. They have gone by a variety of names - Leaves, Hodge Podge Journal, Bark In My Hair (I even illustrated my late grandma's recipe book!). It is time for these pages to see the light of day. So together they shall become Diurnum - Latin for day-book, journal.
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I walk through a group of people,
and all I feel is this "something"
something tells me
I, "don't belong"
How much it pains me to even touch that circle,
aches inside
and all I feel is this "something"
something tells me
I, "don't belong"
How much it pains me to even touch that circle,
aches inside
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Yeah.. I can totally relate to this. Very well written too.