Is it odd to feel like you just don’t belong? No matter what you do or say things feel the same. How it gets difficult every time you try to run away from the last portion of your life? Everywhere you go, the hideaways you run to, all still make you feel as though this world isn’t big enough to accept who you are? If only it could be so effortlessly to be free or yourself.
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