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Seemingly She by Cara Young

Seemingly she was utterly alone as those surrounding her never shared a true commonality of thought. Seemingly she would never find another individual quite like herself within the world she walked. She seemed to walk this world void of connection to the people surrounding her whom consistently stayed just out of arms reach. Not purposely, she viewed those around her as a passerby stream, each individual partially a part of her world and partially out the door heading for another. To her it seemed not one would ever walk alongside her. Seemingly she was consistently and casually looking around as if something was amiss, something was off, something didn't quite fit. Seemingly she was always slightly adrift, always slightly off balance with the spinning dance of those walking around her. Where once she thought these people were real, seemingly more and more they became like toys among her. As she watched them build lives something quite different than she coul
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The Missing Piece

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