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Oct 2016
Wondering why people like me is such a strange thing.
I am loud, mostly quiet.
I am not funny, sometimes I am.
I am pretty, most the time not.
I am strange, I am always strange.
I seem to be confused, I just can't work things out in my brain, I am confusing.
And with all these reasons yet, and trust me I will never get, why I am so loved today.
Is it just me?
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Thepoemscreatedlife
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   --- and Autumn Rose
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