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We don't do things because everyone else is doing them,
For us its not about impressing the crowd,
We seem odd and people wonder if its all pretence but that's who we are,
We were not meant to fit in but to stand out,
We have our own principles to live by,
We don't follow the crowd because we love to think for ourselves,
We're proud of being unique,
We love it and we have embraced it.
We don't care who judges us for it because that's who we are,
We are the **misfits
My body feels abused,

My organs misused,

My systems worn out

I seriously need rest without a

doubt.
Feeling tired
Sitting on the steps before your front door.
You were only fifteen.
Wearing denim pants, red sneakers, and a tank top,
and your face full of tears.
Two hours, twenty minutes, and ten seconds ago
you wore your heart on your sleeve.
You'd seen him. You'd met him. You were crazy for him,
but you woldn't believe.
Your green eyes. Your red lips. Your wavy, blonde hair.
None of that could he see,
while I sat on the steps before your front door
hoping you would see me.
emotions ceased still
a tear fell solidified
weeping cold crimson
you tattooed worries in my mind and sorrows in my heart
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