Monday, June 10, 2013

Square peg in a round hole

That's how I feel sometimes, like I don't belong. Like I shouldn't be here, like an intruder. Since you've been gone, I feel like the string holding me to everyone is gone too. I feel like "one of these things is not like the others."  I don't match in looks or behavior, or even in intelligence if truth be told. 

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