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Different from the Crowd

The crowd moves together,
decisions aren’t made on their own.
It seems like their heads are as light as a feather.
Their like a bunch of clones.
But here I stand,
on my own, different from the crowd.
Unlike the crowd I let my mind expand,
I walk in the other direction different and proud.
Standing tall,
and grinning wide.
I laugh as I watch their individualism fall.
Here I stand without a guide.
Laughing so hard,
while they all neglect to notice that they’re scarred.





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