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this was me getting my feelings out about a week or so ago. It's about feeling alone in a crowd of people, or not really fitting in. Not fitting in is sort of a good thing, means you don't always "follow the crowd". But can be a lonely journey sometimes.
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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
thanx for the encouraging poem!
I've heard the last three lines a billion times, but have never known the rest of it. So thank you.
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