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Who's that skinny boy with his chin on his collar trying not to exist?
He has no friends to dance with.

Inside the kids all shuffle wearing skin.
Outside, waiting, a lonely skeleton,

For his mom to pick him up and take him home and end the looks
Until he's safe in bed
To worry about his bones.
Sometimes I feel like I don't fit in
But at least I'll never be stuck inside my skin.

They're not like me.
I'm not like them,
But surely

There must be
A place where skeletons
Can dance with other skeletons

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