Unique

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It's hard to breathe

Even harder to think

Trying to pull myself away

I'm too close to the brink

My thoughts are consuming me

Holding me hostage

Barring me from what I aim to be

This society that I was thrown into

Imprisons deviants from the path

All those who choose to be different

Are forced to face their wrath

It's suicidal to stray from the norm

You won't receive the sort of welcome you seek

Instead you'll find yourself condemned

They only call what they approve of unique


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