He always felt he was different though he tried hard to be normal. He knew he was different as others kept saying he was. He wished to be normal as he thought others were simpler, happier. Yet others looked at him thinking he was the happiest of all as they valued his difference as much as he valued their normality. He felt happy about his difference at times. But he wished he was just like the way others were at times, too. He longed to be normal, as normality would make him blend. Others longed to be different to stand out the way he did.
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We're never happy, are we? MarlaResponderEliminar
We are, sometimes. Many times. ) At times. :)Eliminar