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They Try To Tell Me

They think I'm normal.
They don't see
The abnormal
Rushing inside of me.
They think I'm alright
But they don't see
The not right blood
Coursing through me.
I try to tell them
But no one listens
But in my eye
The weirdness glistens.
No one listens
No one cares
So here I stand
Naked, bare.





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