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Feb 2014
This one is for the girl who was told she had a "fat ***",
This one is for the guy who was told he needed to build muscle because he is a "scrawny *******",

All the guys and the girls who society doesn't love,
Scream,
And let them hear your presence.

We will no longer sit at the table alone,
We will no longer watch the popular group
Belittle people's clothes and their looks,
We will no longer be the 'undesirables'.

I love your hair,
I love the skin you're in,
I love the eccentric and bold clothing you wear
Because you're being yourself,
I don't care who you are or where you're from,
I don't care what sexuality you are or your ethnical background,
I do care about your happiness though,
I want you to wake up in the morning and not give a **** what people will say,
I want you to look in the mirror and smile because you haven't changed for everyone else,
I want you to inhale as deeply as you possibly can because you are strong enough to survive the night when you were nearly ready to surrender.

Nous sommes les undésirables.
Nous sommes la nouvelle révolution. .
LJ Chaplin
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LJ Chaplin  22/M/United Kingdom
(22/M/United Kingdom)   
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