Different Ways (Michael Clifford)
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Last published Sat, Jul 23, 2016
She's a little different from the other girls. No. She's WAY different from the other girls. And from the other girls mean and harsh words does she paint a pretty picture. But this picture had a twist. The paintbrush was a razor and the paper was her wrist.
This boy is like the others. Well that's what everyone thinks. He "likes" cars and "likes" talking about sports. That's what everyone thought. From these thoughts he became like others. Everyone seemed to be his brothers. But inside he's breaking down. And soon he'll lose his pretty little crown.
The odds meet and make an even.
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