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They will never understand


They will never understand Yes I like sitting alone And yes I don’t speak to everybody Im not antisocial I actually love being the center of attention But I have learned I know that attention wont bring me happiness Ive had it before It only caused me to change who iwas On the outside iwas stuck up and snoby but fragile and self conscious inside It only got worse by the day I would hurt others and myself in the process So why would I want that again when I know it brings me no progress Now people call me mean So iguess no one will ever be happy I just have to hold my head high and be who I am The crazy, funny, emotional, serious, goofy, cold hearted, strong minded person that I am As long as im happy that's what matters right?
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