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Odd Man Out

 

The hurt of being
odd man out
no one to play with
no friends overnight
no one to hang around with
never picked or chosen
never invited
never like the others
late to bloom
the hurt of rejection
pains the psyche
produces scars
spoils the fruit.
 
 
 

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