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Your Inner Freak

You question and wonder why,
you die inside and live a lie.
The Normality we live through,
only tells us what we shouldn't do.
Become a black sheep,
A used tissue.

A freak is only explained by it's aura,
No clothes or words can show this better.
When you fall under genre all is lost,
no oppinion you'll find, conformity's the boss.

All i can say and wear has no relativity,
A vague expression of my inner freak.


This Sketch was given to me by the lovely MollyMclashes