Outcast

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Outcast.

That's what I call myself.

In this modern world I walk, people have groups... already have groups.

All they do is fight and backstab each other

I'm afraid they're doing the same on me.

Yes, we smile and talk casually, but I don't have this bond on them like I used to with my past world.

God, why did you put me in this place?

I am an outcast I say.

I do not belong in any group that they have.

They only talk to me when they need something.

They only talk to me because they know I'm rich.

They only talk to me because I am good in our class.

Please, enlighten me.

Am I here to change them? Or are the going to change me?


P.S. This is so not my point of view.

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