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Friday, May 25, 2007


Different.



He was different.

He looked different,

wore different clothes,

talked differently.

Everybody said he was different.

But one day

he stopped me on the school yard

and said:

"Would you like to go out with me?

I’ve never talked to you before

But I know you’re different."

"What are you talking about!

I’m not different!",

I yelled at his face.

He whispered:

"Aren’t we all?"

and turned away.

And I stood there

watching him go;

walking away from me.

From the same world back to the different.

But sometimes the different isn't so different after all.


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