I am always trying to BELONG but seems like I am doing something WRONG.
Love me. Hate me. That's your call.
I cannot the best for all.
I am who I am for better or worse.
This could be good or my lifetime curse.
I try to fit in with the young and old.
Sometimes making a move that's bold.
These are words that keep on flowing,
Before I go for my walk. I must get going.
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