~ The odd kind ~

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I'm the kind of person
Who will buy the dusty book
At the end of the shelf
One that has no story in sight
But in between the lines

I'm the kind of person
Who loves
The song that is played
The least
Because, I can see
The spectacular fireworks
In the lyrics
That the blinds the other eyes

Im that kind of person
The one who
Will rip open every word
You say and
Look for clues with a magnifying glass,
Who will
Look into your eyes and
See your heart
Or with just the way
You talk

Im the odd kind
Who will look for beauty
In places no one looks for,
In crumpled time stained pages,
Between hurt and brokenness--
I like what others dont
Not to be different
From everyone else
But just because who I am












Not my favorite, but who cares?!! (All true tho ☝)

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