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I am not a virgin, but I am still pure. I am not a warrior, still, I'm fighting a war. Ink against white paper, stained and beautiful. I am an outsider but my heart is still full.   
Misplaced I only see strangers. Where am I? Why am I here?   I am an Oddity. A spot in a worn-out and jugemental world. Do I Belong? Am I accepted?
He was the leader of the greasers and he lead it true He had an elfish face with cheekbones high A pointed chin small sharp animal teeth and ears like a lynx
He was smaller of the rest He had a slight build big black eyes with a dark tanned face Jet-black was his hair and heavily greased He died as a hero by saving kids
people with depression aren't lazy people with anxiety aren't rude people with mental illness aren't crazy people with suicidal thoughts are boo'd it's like i can't get through with a fucker like you!
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