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I see people everyday in New York. Each and everyone one of them has a story. Business suits rushing to get to a meeting. Construction workers drilling away. Cross guards whistling away.
Insanity:Doing all the same things and thinking that you're gonna get a different ending
Growing up was always a challenge, i had no friends i never fit in. I couldn't seem to get over the fact, that i would never be like them. I joined the "cool crowd" to stop getting hate, I put on lipstick and curled my hari.
  I get laughed at, I get picked on, I often feel like no one cares, And I just keep my thoughts inside. People can laugh at me, and even pick on me, But no matter what, I’ll follow my dreams.
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