Accepted?
No, congested.
A life continually tested
The space never available
Humans don't fit in
A jigsaw neverending.
The door is closed
For someone, somewhere
Hands tired from pushing.
Let the accepted
Receive their keys,
But stay locked to the foreign
Keeping their steady smiles
Just with their closest friends.
The line continues
On, but the key for the door
Is in your hands
The more the merrier.
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