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35. People with a backpack

I came into that vortex again
It was screaming for me
Pulling at me
Finally it got me

It's the question who will find me
Or who will search for me
It's the question if I'm strong enough 
To find my way out again
Before I get deeper in it

It's his fault
Every time he pushes me
He doesn't even notice
Too busy with his own stuff

"People with a backpack
Are insane
You shouldn't hang out with them"

He doesn't see
That I'm the one with a backpack too
And that those guys help me
To deal with the stuff in my backpack

Because it's okay to be imperfect
It's okay to not be
Who everyone expected you to be
Because you are you

And that's the most beautiful thing you can be
You just have to believe that too
And that's one of the hardest things to do