He tried telling me being different was bad.
But I knew it wasn't true.
Wherever I go the people that stand out are the one's that are different.
The girl who's reading in the corner of the café.
That boy who opened the door for the elderly lady.
The guy that wasn't afraid to get up and do karaoke to a Taylor Swift song.
The woman sketching passing people outside the shop.
The two little kids who were skipping around puddles in the rain, while everyone else was hiding away.
Different isn't bad, it's beautiful.
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