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She's different
Her hair was tousled everyday
Her thick glasses is as thick as the
books she's always reading
Her voice was rarely heard
She was almost spending most of her
time exploring the world where magic only exists
She may be called an ugly weirdo
But her heart was made of gold
She cherish every small things she had in life that everyone complained about
She never plant anger despite the virulent words that people threw to her
That's why she's a recondite
And that's what makes her more beautiful inside and out
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YOU ARE READING
Sentiments
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