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A child who once wasn't happy one to wanted to be of a unique under the illusion of society given you will never be accepted if weak I was the one naive of all the small introvert in the herd passing through many doors as adapting knowing I was their choice of third I wasn't the perfect child growing up was good enough my family is an average born I grew with thoughts of living was always kind well As to no one had told me it should be this tough I was one of a kind the kind you'd be worried though appearances known to seem docile my parents concerned I might have grown hurried as paced from other children I was the one who realized the lies first
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
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A child who once wasn't happy one to wanted to be of a unique under the illusion of society given you will never be accepted if weak I was the one naive of all the small introvert in the herd passing through many doors as adapting knowing I was their choice of third I wasn't the perfect child growing up was good enough my family is an average born I grew with thoughts of living was always kind well As to no one had told me it should be this tough I was one of a kind the kind you'd be worried though appearances known to seem docile my parents concerned I might have grown hurried as paced from other children I was the one who realized the lies first
nherarahman
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
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