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Inside Out

by kyliesmiles

I'm the odd ball, the loser, the weird one. I'm on the outside looking in, as it has always been. I'm rejected from society, I'm constricted by conformity. But maybe, just maybe, that's the freak in me.
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TrueGeraldine
Dope! I feel what you're explaining here. I feel like that at times; I guess we all that freak inside of us but the ones who have it the most it effects us more. Thanks for sharing. By the way, I don't think you're freak.

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