Everyone looks at me.

I have noticed for some time now that I do not fit in this world, maybe I am too weird for other kinds, maybe everyone else is weird and I’m not.

Everywhere I go people look at me..is it my sense of clothing? Is it my face? Is it how I walk? Or is it because I think they’re looking at me…who knows.

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