bitter november

Well all of the people I know

Each have their own inside jokes

So slowly moving aside I let the laughter float

Over my head and when they glance

I shake my head and pretend I didn't hear

So checkmate,

I am the outsider,

I am estranged,

I am ignored,

In that order.

Most of the time I wander alone

I know the rules for flying solo

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