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Uniquely the Same

Elise
Elise
Nov 3 · 1 min read

Not liked,
I can’t help who I am.
I’m just being myself.

My presence,
it makes them
uncomfortable.

I feel alone,
even when
they’re around.

They talk to me,
I retreat,
they don’t
understand
who I am.

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Elise

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