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Enveloped

Within the crowds

I think of the trials

those around me face.

All the anguish,

the doubt,

condensed

in a few square feet

of humanity.

It should bring comfort

a reprieve from

the isolation.

A brotherhood

of tribulation.

It does not.

For in each of us

lies a curse shared.

Imprisoned,

within

a mind

we do not understand.

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