Someone Like Me
I was made to be Different
In a world that's the Same.
I was called to be Out
With the rest of them In.
I was given for free
What they all want to earn.
Preordained to have life
When the multitudes die.
And I'm happy when hated
And loved with unloved.
I was made to be Different
In a world that's the Same.
So that's why it thrills, meeting
Someone like you, who's
Someone like me.
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