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MisfitShe was born a misfit, something different than all of the others. She was born that way, she couldn't help it. But can any of us? Do any of us want to? She was different but she was beautiful. Her eyes showing her youth through shades of honeysuckle. She wore her sunkissed skin all year round, even when the sun chose to hide behind clouds. For those willing to glance around on a rainy day they'd see her tying a rope around the sun and trying to pull it out for those who needed it most. But they never noticed. All they saw was a misft.More Like This
If you saw her you'd know her right away. In the mornings, she would be the one playing piano in her backya
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