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Looking over towards a corner of the large foyer, a sight tugged at Stetson. A girl -The Girl- sat, knees touching her chin, with sleek white headphones barely visible against her pale complexion.
A lonely spirit that is cast aside, by society's ignorance of thickened hide. Disfigured they howl, not to give peace as they growl. Stranger that clipped his wings, not to fly far to better things.
A tired man raised his head, and Saw a tiny bird, singing It was 1973, February, and, It was snowing, blowing A cold breeze across the cold Churchyard, where the tired man Spent his night and...
The nerd.
They say he never really went away Just found a hidden place to stay For years he only came out at night To steal food and cause the odd fright Banished from the village for looking to good The...
These two men showed the outcasts that they are not alone. With their music, they gave hope and helped many when no one else did. They have dedicated their lives to their fans.
Filthy holes in my shoes,. There are ladders in my tights,. Tears in skirt is old news,. As well as blood filled bites,. Glass filled hands are bleeding,. But freezing in the snow,.
Shanea walked down the hallway, her hoodie just covering the top of her face, she looked up through her glasses nervously, she was fine, Shanea thought. No one's there.
The lost soul Quite often a man, a woman, a person comes along.... Confused by life ..... Confused by their decisions.... They seek redemption... Redemption from the cold cold world.....
There was a boy, who lived on a boy but he was not poor he was just an outcast, and he wasn't an outcast because he was odd or "weird" it was because he was just so ... Sexy.
I never fitted in, anywhere. Always on my own at the back of the room, writing something. I was a freak. So, it comes as no shock to me that none of my friends fit in, not a single one of them.
The usual way of life for a high schooler, Is to choose an attitude common Encompassing all those things which the others may like And sticking with those friends for all time.
However, all those popular girls, mostly that girl, named Lea, I don't have the most little idea why she hates me so much, why she bothers me so much, why she likes to make my life even more...
I dare not try to justify my needs. All that goes in my mind, All I dare not understand. When I utter a word, A word of capability. I am shunned. A weed, nonetheless.
This tale to you, I now impart, A story sad right from the start; There may be morals, Maybe none... But time my woeful tale begun.
Meet Marcus the "weird one", He's a social outcast. He wants to leave town, Wants to leave it, and fast. Cause no one understands him, Mom and Dad are on the phone: He says, "Come and get me.