purplefluff47 — 2025-04-28 13:06:27 UTC

I never asked to be different. But here I am, stuck in this strange world, an outsider in a place that demands conformity. People stare at me, judging me not for who I am, but for what I look like—an incomplete creation. It’s as if my very existence is a rejection of the ‘normal.’ I walk through this neighbourhood, this society, and I feel the weight of alienation pressing down on me. I see them as content and accepted. But where do I belong? I want to be seen as a person, not a stereotype or a monster. The costume they’ve put on me is not just fabric; it’s a symbol of my isolation, of how far I’ve been pushed to the margins. Yet, there’s a part of me that refuses to give up on individuality, that yearns for empathy, for someone to truly see me for who I am.

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