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A few years ago I was a oddball and it wasn't cool to like twilight or have your uniform tucked into your skit it wasn't cool to have erasers shaped like hello kitty in the ninth grade I was an oddball but I wasn't alone I had a friend my best friend and she was important I was an oddball and I wasn't able to notice whispers and giggles behind my back I was able to notice the loud noises at home but I left them alone sometimes not often enough I was an oddball and my friend decided she had had enough of being associated with that oddball and when I needed her she left to another group of people leaving me alone and suddenly vulnerable I noticed it then a bit too much the giggles in school the loudness at home the silence in my soul the loss of will you didn't shatter me not at all you just shattered a wall I had built to tell myself   that not all people were bad maybe I would just know one or two but you were three and i lost my ability to lie to myself and say everything was alright because it wasn't alright and I couldn't lie and the sadness oh the sadness was a tide a hurricane a tsunami and I was lost in a war within myself I waited so long for someone to save me I waited for an Edward or a Harry or a Dobby anyone anyone at all but no one came and I was alone I was so alone it was depressing and it took me a while to realize that I needed to be my own light in a world of cruelty I had started to drown it was difficult to swim my way out but I did It I became my own light I embraced myself and I still fight sometimes with that darkness the ocean of sadness but I'm helping myself because it's true that in a life of metaphorical darkness you have to be your own light it still hurts some days I still wonder at 12 am why was I not enough because I was sincere and that wasn't enough I was honest, and gentle and that wasn't enough and I still fight sometimes with that darkness that ocean of sadness but I'm helping myself because it's true that in a life of metaphorical darkness you've got to be your own light
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Oddball
A few years ago I was a oddball and it wasn't cool to like twilight or have your uniform tucked into your skit it wasn't cool to have erasers shaped like hello kitty in the ninth grade I was an oddball but I wasn't alone I had a friend my best friend and she was important I was an oddball and I wasn't able to notice whispers and giggles behind my back I was able to notice the loud noises at home but I left them alone sometimes not often enough I was an oddball and my friend decided she had had enough of being associated with that oddball and when I needed her she left to another group of people leaving me alone and suddenly vulnerable I noticed it then a bit too much the giggles in school the loudness at home the silence in my soul the loss of will you didn't shatter me not at all you just shattered a wall I had built to tell myself   that not all people were bad maybe I would just know one or two but you were three and i lost my ability to lie to myself and say everything was alright because it wasn't alright and I couldn't lie and the sadness oh the sadness was a tide a hurricane a tsunami and I was lost in a war within myself I waited so long for someone to save me I waited for an Edward or a Harry or a Dobby anyone anyone at all but no one came and I was alone I was so alone it was depressing and it took me a while to realize that I needed to be my own light in a world of cruelty I had started to drown it was difficult to swim my way out but I did It I became my own light I embraced myself and I still fight sometimes with that darkness the ocean of sadness but I'm helping myself because it's true that in a life of metaphorical darkness you have to be your own light it still hurts some days I still wonder at 12 am why was I not enough because I was sincere and that wasn't enough I was honest, and gentle and that wasn't enough and I still fight sometimes with that darkness that ocean of sadness but I'm helping myself because it's true that in a life of metaphorical darkness you've got to be your own light
shiz
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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