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Different.
Location
Yeah, I'm different.
Different then the rest.
I may not be the best,
but heaven forbid I'm not the worst.
My clothing is different.
Adorned with pictures of bands, whose lyrics are nothing more than screaming words
and shields against hate.
My jewellery is different. Trinkets that bring me good luck,
or a small locket that could have once belonged to a certain time lord.
But really, I'm just different.
What I like to watch, that's different too.
Easily I could go from intense, apocalyptic action shows, with death on every corner,
then to a masked hero weilding a bow and arrow, fighting for those who cannot,
and finally to a government comedy group in charge of the parks committee.
My movie choices can go in every direction, let that be horrorific,
to action packed, to a beauitful world I could never fathom...
Yeah, those are all different too.
And then, my dreams are different too.
I can be anything I want. Let it be a demon hunter, whose power is unmatched,
undefeated by nor human or monster, whose tasked to save the world,
even if she looses her own life in the process.
Or an angelic being that made one mistake so unholy,
being reduced to a being that wanders the universe for an enternity.
You could say I'm different. I'm not better,
Nor am I worst.
I like to think I'm in the middle of both of those,
walking a line.
Though it is a good thing that I can keep my balance,
because I pray never to fall off that line that keeps me different.