This story is for the outcast. The ones who dye their hair crazy colors. Paint our fingers black. Wear band tees. Leather jackets. Skinny jeans. Wear eye liner thicker than others.. and sometimes on most of our face. Some people say that we're all the same on the inside, but I disagree. Because some people are dark and cold and empty on the inside leaving them constantly trying to cover up that fact by acting fake on the outside. Most of them want to be us. The ones that you think are mean and cruel just from only looking at their cloths or style or attitude, but the thing is they are most likely the ones who are full of light, and love on the inside. Just wanted to be understood. We are ~The Misunderstood~.
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