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Monday, September 24, 2012
Different Again, Please
I’m normal only I wasn’t in my other world,
Am I boy, animal or am I a girl,
I was far from typical, and that meant I wasn’t miserable,
I didn’t live in a beautiful house, and my father was a man, not a mouse
My mother had a husband not a spouse, my siblings were not pretend but real
But somehow I made a really unspeakable deal,
Green grass, my ass, I could suddenly feel,
I’m falling fast, tumbling through the grass, and broken trees,
Have to wake up, but how, I must fall on my knees
Normal’s too much, there’s no clutch, I want to go back to different again, PLEASE
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