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In many ways I feel like a single weed that doesn't belong here, surrounded by all kinds of pretty flowers and plants that soak up the sun. It always feels like someone doesn't want me here, like they are trying to get rid of me. Ugly poisoned and beaten but always growing back up threw that crack in the ground.
I think I am a annoyance to a lot of people, but I don't seem to care all that much. I guess I'm just not like all the rest.