To always be left wondering,
I have spent majority of my life wondering why I am unlike the latter
Why everyone around me deems me inadequate mask on or off
Why I cannot grasp onto the conformity I long for so fondly
To be born different is to be born with a curse
To be born different is to be born real
To be born different is to be born
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Author:
eves (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2026 17:57
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
We are all who we are. Nicely written
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