52ND ENTRY - MOO-LAWN1315
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People keep staring at me as if I were some form of mockery.
They bare their fangs at me and hiss out harsh profanities.
The pain of living on this cold world is that everyone has turned into a cold stone.
Why must I have to continue on?
I can't help but wish for comfort yet my efforts are vain.
No one to care for me as all my friends have also fled from me.
They join the white, dull walls and continue to pick at my scars.
I try to make a stand but in the end I fall in a pit of sand.
It's hard as those who are close to me don't even try to understand me.
No matter what I say or think, I rub off everyone the wrong way.
Maybe it's best for me to stay still and paint myself white and join their hell.
Because everyone hates colour that sticks out thus when my iridescence showed, they grabbed my clothes and threw me into the deep depths of hell.
Serves me right for being me.
I guess there's no such thing as uniqueness among us.
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