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#cookiecutter
You say you love me But cut me to pieces with a heart-shaped cookie cutter You say you treasure me But throw me away like a half-dwindled candle, melted like butter You say you'll never leave me But push me aside like the old typewriter on your desk You say you want to give me everything But take all the love from my heart and I have nothing left You say you trust me But when I try to unlock your heart all you give me is a rusty key Darling, you say you love me But you only say and never be
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 3:48 PM UTC
Be
I used to think I was different special weird but I'm not I read and paint I sew and write poetry I look after little kids and I love I'm a gay 15 year old with a girlfriend I watch anime and read fanfic I roleplay and cosplay but so do my friends I am just like them I'm not different I am a cookie cutter just like everybody else and after telling myself I was weird for 15 years its hard to be normal I don't know what to do I want to be different but I'm not
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Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
Me
What's weird? I don't understand  the concept I thought it was paramount to be yourself I thought it would be normal to be your own creature Even if doing that didn't necessarily equate to obtaining massive wealth Please explain to me what being weird is? I thought being an individual person was how we stopped being cookie cutter humans like we were put together on an assembly line It's fine that we are different and split apart So what's weird about that?
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
What's weird?
They told us we must go It's the opportunity of a lifetime They said But how do they know? Do you see them here? Among the empty stares And crowded stairs Do you see them here? So why do we all feel Like we brought them? They're here with us In our minds Filled with equations and Latin translations And these people They are there too, aren't they? Seeping into our thoughts We don't want them there, But are they the only reason we're here? We tell ourselves we came To get away from them But I think we all came To bring them with us To show that even though we are gone There is where we belong. We are all out of place So out of place, in fact, That we fit together perfectly Like a puzzle Each piece a part of a different picture But shaped to fit each other Redefined cookie-cutter children That's what we are The dough of our minds Has already been sliced But everyone tries their best to be different So they paint pretty pictures To display what is inside You are holding my brush What do you see? Redefine me. m.c.c.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Redefine Me