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People don't understand who I am.
I've been called weird
But what is weird
Someone who is different
Or someone who is different than you
I've been called childish
But we've all been a child before
How can one appreciate a child
And look down on childish behavior
I've been called broken
But I've actually been fixed
Moments can leave one in pieces
But life helps one glue it back together
I've been called crazy
But is crazy really an insult
Many inventions that exist today
Came from a crazy idea from yesterday
People don't understand who I am.
And perhaps I don't as well.
Other people may judge me,
But only I define who I am.
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