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A boho hemmed into a perfect circle Misunderstood and invisible Where everyone goes right, he prefers left The is told he is bereft They force him to fit in But how can he? He is like oil in water, a hippie in suit quarters His free spirit just won's blend in They hammered and bent him to belong But turns out he has been a misfit all along For his spirit demands to be vivid and vibrant In a rather monochrome circle, it is a tyrant His heavy heart needs to let it all out His thoughts, his dreams and all his doubts His is a white noise, he seems very far out Everyone is deaf to this boho's screams and shouts
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
MISFIT
A boho hemmed into a perfect circle Misunderstood and invisible Where everyone goes right, he prefers left The is told he is bereft They force him to fit in But how can he? He is like oil in water, a hippie in suit quarters His free spirit just won's blend in They hammered and bent him to belong But turns out he has been a misfit all along For his spirit demands to be vivid and vibrant In a rather monochrome circle, it is a tyrant His heavy heart needs to let it all out His thoughts, his dreams and all his doubts His is a white noise, he seems very far out Everyone is deaf to this boho's screams and shouts
We are all different pieces. Forcing that piece to fit somewhere it doesn't just won't work. Be yourself
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23/M/Bangladesh
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
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