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cesca thorne Apr 2015
normal was such an extravagant word
made for the so called perfect people of the world
a normal did perfect things

who's to say I'm not normal
I'm perfect in my own way
I guess that in my little world I'm normal to me
Im fun, weird, and i make mistakes
but that doesn't give anybody reasons to say
I'm not Normal
cesca thorne Apr 2015
a label
something they said,
often
I was led to believe the real truth
the truth that i wasn't perfect nor was i extraordinary
The lies
The truth
nothing made sense anymore
ugly, fat, loner, creepy, weird
i was now a cereal box
many labels of not normal ingredients
cesca thorne Apr 2015
Life goes on.
Whether it ***** or not,
I can’t tell you how much I wish I knew what I was getting myself into
But once I go there it was worth it
Most of the time it ******
But the good times made me forget the bad
No matter how painful those times were
They disappeared for the better
From crying in my bed of sadness
To lying on the ground crying of happiness
Sometimes I wish life could be like this all the time
No bad times
Just me having fun
But It cant be
Because the happiness would get sad
And then there wouldn’t be anything for the happiness to cover up

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