Running with the pack

I run with the pack
those tainted
by love hurts
those too poor
to give what is not left
emotional cripples
with disfigured hearts
it is strange
we find each other
unseeking...
unplanned recognition
drawn as magnets
fragments
searching out answers
to make us whole
they sympathize
with unsaid words
knowing
without needing to be told
simple acts of understanding
given
it is so hard
alone... unquiet
seeking peace
hiding within a pack
of misfits
before the world calls

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