Once upon a time
There was a girl
About the age of a middle schooler.
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She had problems.
Everyone does, really.
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She had friends.
Not everyone had those.
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She didn’t particularly like herself.
That was perfectly normal.
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She preferred to be surrounded by others,
But she liked herself best when she was alone.
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She measured herself accordingly from others’ standards.
That was an average habit.
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She didn’t want to fit in.
That made her strange.
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But she was too scared as to what other people would think if she went off alone,
Which she often did anyways.
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She was fairly smart.
Nothing too special, though.
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Her hair never made up its mind on what color it was.
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She had a distinct style different than any of the other kids.
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Her friends had their own unique styles as well.
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Everyone was kind of her friend,
Though only a few chosen ones hung out with her regularly.
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She was artsy,
Smart,
Sporty,
And competitive
All mixed in one.
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All these little traits mashed together
Making her the kind of person everyone saw
As well as the one most people didn’t.
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She was a mix of everything described
So that at least one of her many side shone through at all times,
Often jumbled together.
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She was a mystery to others.
Any who tried to figure her out
Immediately confused themselves
And were forced to ask themselves
‘Why am I trying to label that?’
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She was undefinable.
Different.
Special.
Normal.
Strange.
Almost all her sides shown out to all.
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And that’s what made her most likeable.
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