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Continúa, Has publicado mar 17, 2019
It would be nice to fit in but nicer to live without the pain of forcing myself to fit in, 
Of course the world isn't fair but I'm finding a way in,
Easier to understand the mind of others by balancing strengths and weaknesses,
But everyone is senseless and aimless that no one knows they aren't alone in these places,
Once again,I'm no longer trying to fit in I'm just happy watching others mind their own business,
Thus creating an atmosphere of trust and loyalty and not "I'm not worth it". 
Finally I am who I am and not another person's depiction because I am my own version,
Me
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Warning: I am a weirdo. This will contain some thoughts of mine, some poems, some deep shit, some thoughts I have as I go through the journey of self-exploration, lmao. Some chapters may be seen as too controversial but whatever you know. I mean, reading this is your choice. You don't have to. I mean, I'd like you all to read every chapter but it's not a story book so you may skip some chapters you don't like and read the ones that you do like. P.S. I do not deny that my thoughts are somewhat influenced by my environment and experiences. Also, this is the real me. Some people think I'm quiet and cold-hearted but on the inside I'm actually a big softie with feelings. To be honest, it's kinda my fault since I hate revealing my emotions to other people or even asking for help until I have to. And even then, I start hating myself for being such a weakling. That is a major character flaw of mine that I must overcome!