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