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I've always struggled with the concept of appropriate Forever straining the fabric of social conventions I am harmless though but I realize my flights from propriety make friends and family cringe Like a maladjusted puzzle piece forever battling to fit in to somehow pass for normal People call me a character as they snicker and chatter about my latest indiscretion I smile like fools do but it bothers me more than they know Why do I always have to be out of sync?
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
Odd Bawling
I've always struggled with the concept of appropriate Forever straining the fabric of social conventions I am harmless though but I realize my flights from propriety make friends and family cringe Like a maladjusted puzzle piece forever battling to fit in to somehow pass for normal People call me a character as they snicker and chatter about my latest indiscretion I smile like fools do but it bothers me more than they know Why do I always have to be out of sync?
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
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