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“Clique”
Congregating masses
floating, forming colonies
doomed for nothing but self destruction
Helpless wanderers
searching, hoping for something
some meaning in a world of solitude
Solitary beings
scared, terrified of being alone
and using anyone to mask the pain
These people
frantic, fleeing, desperate
will never be able to know
Just how little
miniscule, minute
their relationships will mean in time
There's nothing
absolutely nothing
that can be done to meld two minds
We people
alone, scared, hopeful
we are doomed to being alone
And the strong
the powerful, the determined
we are the ones who will soldier through
and find a way not to die each day
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