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You know that extra puzzle


You know that extra puzzle piece in the box that is me. I have a purpose but no one's knows what it is.

They try and mold me cut down curves so all I am is a Squar suitable for any situation.

made not too black but not too white, "I see both parents in you" you do I'm 

glad you know me better than I do. Flip though all my personalities to find one that not too threatening 

softly spoken, always smiling,never mad, athletic, but gentle. But why nobody's 

looking she loud, smart,funny competitive all the things they tried to take from her

Don't fix something that isn't broken but yeah, I know people were beautiful than 

the sky how think their ugly and open your eyes you're not blind.

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