blather
exilic
exiled i should go,
i said to myself,
i am no longer welcome here.

over and over
my heart breaks
where can i go
where can i...
there is nowhere for people like me
there is no place for me

through clenched teeth,
they say all are welcome here
through clenched teeth they lie
tolerance... it is too thin a blanket
for nights that are so cold as this

i can't go on like this.
that's what i think.
where do i go from here?
on.
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dipperwell You might write a hundred exile-themed blathes sputtering with indignation and hurt and loneliness. If that's your axe to grind, be my guest and grind the damn thing. I'm a huge fan of pathos, genuinely. But while I can't speak for blather's mission statement any more than the homepage, I would venture that it's really just a highly intricate and unique little message board. Whimsical, yes, but nevertheless, just code. It's not Jesus. Purportedly. If you want a place where you will always fit, if you want an escape from the sluggish nightmare of attacks on your person, if you want something to remind me of your worth, you might find a dash of that here - more than other places, perhaps - but I strongly suggest that you'll have more luck looking within.

As Donald Kaufman said, you are what you love, not what loves you.
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