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[xbabybatx]

I don't understand

there is god on the tv...

or people claiming to be his friends and know much about him...in fact they appear to be on a first name basis...

but so do whores when they scream his name

Why do people make molds of what you should be? And if you don't fit that mold you end up in the reject pile?

Why does no one see the true beauty in the reject pile? That pile of broken people...jumbled together and lost...

I do...

I found you in that pile...lying next to me...and before something destroyed me I reached out and touched you...

and we're still here...

Maybe our mold was a little broken...or shaped funny...either way...we seemed to have been cast in that same one...

that no one seemed to want

You match me...I want you...

I don't care what everyone else sees as beautiful...I see so much that others miss

the beauty, the potential...

the ridiculousness of society not noticing...

true values are not indoctrinated

there is no guideline to happiness outlined by steps one, two and three

some people are not governed by human standards...

they become entities...

but you'll never know it