Sometimes I do things and I think
How human
But then that feeling sinks in again
That feeling of me on the outside looking in
And I wonder what I am in those moments
Because other people don’t chuckle about how human they are
It feels so lonely as an observer
Standing just on the outside wondering what it takes to get in
If I had it, when I lost it, I don’t know I just think
I’m so different than them
Elucidating Questions 
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