Misfit
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Last published Sun, Feb 15, 2015
Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like no matter how hard you try to fit in, you just don't. Well, that's how I feel everyday, especially when I'm hanging out with guys.
I have millions of girls going crazy over me. Girls that would do anything to get me in their pants. However, I find none of them attractive.
Maybe I'm just a misfit.
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