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Misunderstood in a world of the regular My thoughts stay odd when theirs stay similar Imaginations with more loops and hoops than a circus They call me weird some call me crazy In a world of my own At least here I'm king with citizens spawned from my twisted thoughts Loved by few understood by none Still not as lonely as they think Not insane yet on the brink
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
A loner's joy
Misunderstood in a world of the regular My thoughts stay odd when theirs stay similar Imaginations with more loops and hoops than a circus They call me weird some call me crazy In a world of my own At least here I'm king with citizens spawned from my twisted thoughts Loved by few understood by none Still not as lonely as they think Not insane yet on the brink
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
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