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Aug 2015
always on the outside
it was me, it was you.
it was everyone who was told
you're too fat
you're weird
you're to quiet.
it was everyone but it was no one
because when we were left out
we were living, growing thicker skins
and when the façade deteriorated
it was us who where left.
because it was our individuality that was our survival.
cassini
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cassini  Australia
(Australia)   
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