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There's a ruined place that I call home. 
Unbalanced colors of depressed portraits hang uneven. Is this where I 
belong?......and now, I have wings in this oh so desolate sky with no escape. I 
bare my heart for the world to see for I am not ashamed to be myself, even in this 
ruined place that I call home. I welcome you with open arms. My mirrors speak to 
me in unison.....how does it feel to be a different kind of beautiful? I see paradise 
within these walls that you find disaster......and I cry. You don't see what this does 
to me, it becomes harder to break these words away from my emotions. For an 
empty verse defeats the purpose of being me. You read this chapter not knowing 
that with each word, you take a step higher upon my tree of velvet leaves. Can you 
feel it? Its a different kind of beautiful. The kind that takes you miles away from 
unhappiness. For me, this is the way its suppose to be. Where I belong, 
somewhere on a black and white street walking in the rain with my head 
down.....I'm ok but u don't know that. You think I'm sad not seeing that these black 
and white streets put me at ease, like closing my eyes and hearing music in the 
sunrise and that the rain brings me a sense of comfort. If only everything were 
that simple. For you, a vision put before you is all you see, I like the way the water 
looks when the sky swims through it, can u see it? Its a different kind of...........

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