I belong to no place. I am wherever they are but never where they truly are. Always a stranger and never the "known", always looking but could never be found. Never truly knew what being understood felt like. All because I am a Misfit. Always out of place, always in the wrong place.
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The Art of Noticing
RandomJust my pure random ideas, a mixture of short thoughts and random pieces of stories. I hope you give it a chance.
