Here's a poem I randomly just made up.
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There's a reason why no one talks to her. She's weird. She's quiet. She's wearing weird clothes. She's...different. Different, different, different. Different. Why is different so bad? Why did I think different was bad before? Different is just...different. It isn't bad. So why does no one talk to her?
Saruna-chan · Sat Mar 28, 2009 @ 01:47am · 0 Comments |