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“They aren't real.
The forty-two letters they've sent you
Their stories
Their encouragement when you lose hope
Their belief in you
Nothing but lies

Small-town lights are blinding.
I stare and stare and wonder why
I'm so different
From these skip school kids,
These thin gin dreams.
I look to a world,
A world to find
Those who are
Like me.
And I found them,
Strangers that are
Friends of mine.

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