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They see a disorder
I see this order

They see dysfunction
I see this function

They see broken and disorganised, faulty, misfit, loner
I see a sculpted shape, fashioned for peaceful solitude

They see problems and hurdles, solutions and fixes
I see happiness in difference and pain in affectation

They see a channel to bring me into the light
I see a tunnel to drive me into darkness

They see a fallen fledgling to bring back to the flock
I see a solo songbird out of pace with the starlings

They see damaged wings to realign
I see a valid feather not a shape shifter

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