Alien

I wander to the outside to catch the afternoon sunshine
Since the confinement of the filtered cold air flakes my skin and dries my lungs

I do not feel like coming in inside anymore
Because I deserve a larger space than a table full of papers and borrowed pens to be returned

I was not born for a limit
Even if I was asked to come,
I will agree to the reception area where you have placed me at first met
I have never asked for a welcome
I deserve it

Maybe not here but somewhere else,
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