I don't belong with the pretty ones.
I don't belong with the strong ones.
I don't belong with the talented ones.
I don't belong with the social ones.
I don't belong to anyone,
And I'll never have anyone.
So where do I stand,
Alone in the islands of the dead.
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Words By An Unknown Girl
Poetry《 Words written by a quite, unknown, puzzled girl with a lot of things to say.. 》 Self-Written, Trigger warning...
