being different

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    It’s okay for an erratic like moi wrapped tight in a creature essence, back-hitched and twisted, bent fisting hummocks
Not fearless. Still brave. Dare to dream. Lovely. All of the things I so desire, and delight in. Conspiring against tragedy.Shakespeare wishes it was a comedy. Escaping from scapegoats, and illness blighting.
When you are different Everything is wrong Nothing is right But because of that  You still have to fight, With all your might You have to flaunt your Ethnicity Your Philosophy Your Style
I am from curiosity, letting go of hands Tumbling down stairs No one around me, to say “Hey watch out” A lone giggle I am from quite lonely days
I am not me, Because if I were, I’d be like everybody else.   A man filled with anxiety, A man filled with regrets, That is who I am. A man who has learned from sadness,
You may see me standing on the street with my short skirt, and
She is strong  She is more than just a pretty face  She is more than just a girl that takes up space  She is a girl that sings her own song    No one asks her name 
I was always the last person in line, the last seat at the back of the classroom, and the last person to speak.
That's the difference between you and I. You spend your time talking about love and romance, that's all you dream of. I dream of exceeding expectations. Of blowing people like you away with what I can do.
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. 
I feel different, I know I am.
There is something about empty space, where there are no competitions. The blankness is tempting, tempting you to fill it at your own pace. Occupy the void with anything you want,
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