she never really fit in.
it was just natural that she fell to the side altogether -
the odd one out;
oblivious to parties and the general idea of fun and normal
because she was a little different.
to her,
fun was a good book and soft music.
and her normal was a tragedy.
but she got by in her own way,
because whilst being her worst enemy,
she was also the only one that stayed.
although the realisation was bittersweet,
she was learning to accept it.
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a random slightly positive poem twisted from tøp's 'truce', an absolutely beautiful song ♡ s/o to my fellow clique members