I don’t fit in here, as the days pass and the weeks become longer, I don’t fit in here, I notice myself realizing this… how I dress, how I walk the eyes they give me…. I don’t fit in here… this makes me sad but this too shall pass… the intelligent words they speak, they similes, the things I can’t relate to… expensive cars and clothes… time and woas.. I don’t fit in here…. I feel it so.. I don’t fit in here.. so Lord… Where do I go??
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