I can't help but think I wasn't meant to be here. In this town, with this family. Everyone here is dull and ordinary. I feel like I can 'sense' things my Friends and family can't. Which worries me. Why am I here? I don't enjoy it here... Is it to late to escape?
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PoetryThis book is... different. All who read question life and its surroundings. Everyone who passes by will go on with the same mind process of how the world works as they have always had. This story-- These thoughts may make you question whats right a...
