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The Struggles Of Being An Outcast

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I've never had what I wanted in life.
Everything was wrong.
I literally couldn't do anything.
I wasn't smart or talented or popular in any way, shape or form.
I wasn't pretty.
I was nothing to everybody.
Maybe this was why I was labeled as just another out cast.

That group of about 10 people who were practically invisible to everyone. 
That group of people that no one cared about, or wanted to know anything about.
And if was seriously a struggle.All Rights Reserved

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