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Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
Zring Faraj, July 29, 2017
Surrounded by a thousand people and yet you are all alone,
Showered with love and affection though it feels quite unknown,
Welcomed with open arms yet still a guest who feels he must repay a loan,
The weight of the guilt bearing down on your shoulders and deep down into your bone,
The world at your disposal and yet without a thing to own,
You maybe a king at home but here you are without a throne,
Often hesitant to express yourself as you carefully manage your tone,
Navigating a slippery slope and must always stay within your zone,
The feelings are never quite heartfelt when you talk on the phone,
Anxiously awaiting the return trip back home which you can no longer postpone
