When Being Different Saves Me From Blending In.

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Save me
I’m lost
In the mass of stereotypes
In the sameness of normality
But I’ve treaded water so long
Now I’m finding what I’m looking for
And it was you.

Save me
I’m lost
From the foggy confusion
From the wrongness of being right
But I’m sick of biting my tongue
Now I’m yelling at the top of my lungs
And it’s so clear, now and here.





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