Miss-fit

Miss-fit

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Among the living age today, we all are hypocrites. We accuse others of doing wrong thinking we can take the place of god when we are guilty of doing wrong ourselves. I sometimes wonder why I was born the way I am. My mother always told me that I was different, that being different is good and my four-year-old self would stare up into her big blue orbs and smile. But me being naive at the young age I didn't know how cruel the world is today; I guess my so called my mother couldn't handle me being different and sent me off to a care home. I became more of misfit but I guess if someone told I would be a misfit in the future I wouldn't even be surprised myself... I guess I be my misfit self I will be lonely forever. After miss-fits don't believe in love ...at least that's what I thought.
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