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I find that all of the people i make friends with Are off kilter People that are broken beyond my repair And yet I try to put them back together again They do say that birds of a feather flock together Maybe its because The sane people make me feel Like the odd one out Or Maybe its because the Crazies Make me feel sane But anyways, i can already see what will be the death of me
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
I can see the end before it begins
I find that all of the people i make friends with Are off kilter People that are broken beyond my repair And yet I try to put them back together again They do say that birds of a feather flock together Maybe its because The sane people make me feel Like the odd one out Or Maybe its because the Crazies Make me feel sane But anyways, i can already see what will be the death of me
I've somehow started referring myself as the drifter amongst drifters
harly-a-quinn
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
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