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Orphanage
Never loved for their own self.
Left behind.
Laughs.
Smirks.
Never felt that they belong anywhere.
All that is left for them is the fact that they have to stand up on their own.
Never needed.
Unnecessary.
Falling.
Breaking apart.
Not even close were they loved for their...
Gender.
Race.
Actions.
Similar to the pain of being stabbed by blades.
They feel numb...
Getting used to the pain of not being loved for who they truly are.
They are alone...
Loners.
Oddballs.
Black sheep.
Orphans.
Together they walk in a path full of deep, dark loneliness.
Feeling as though nothing matter at all...
never will they feel as though they belong to any group.
Yet...together they feel connected to each other.
The power that there is hope...
a chance that they are made to find each other.
Create their own community.
A way in life.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers