Same.

The girl with the purple hair. The boy with the funny head. Classified strange, not fit to live a normal life. They are different on the outside so it dosn't matter whats on the inside. The jokes and whispers stab them like a million needles even though they don't show it. They walk through life like they have no cares in world while their hearts are dragged down with pain. So as you pass by these people, remember there the same as me and you. Just wanting someone to love them and understand that there no different. That there's a person inside.

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[Jemma]

So true. Everyone is diffrent. But really we are all the same. We all breathe. We all bleed. We all feel. if only people could understand this. And accept this. Wouldn't it be wonderful.