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Aug 2018
My brain was wired differently
My heart is that way too
It doesnt make me stupid,
But I'm easily confused
Is that why I cant make a friend?
Because of the way that I was born?
Everyone loves roses
Maybe I'm the thorn
The eyesore
The ugly duckling
The ******

The loser


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