Alone

Perhaps I have always been alone
trying to make sense of a world
where I was never meant to be
navigating and triangulating through
space and time
wanting to be seen and heard
in a maze
not my own
voices surrounding me but
deafening the silence of the one
desperately trying to be heard
still sitting there
alone

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