23 June, 2011

Live for you.

They asked her why she was like that. Why she was different, why she insisted on being a "freak." In reply, she could only smile, fiddle with her fiery hair, and say, "I'm not really different. I'm just real. I'm just who I am. I don't dress for you, I don't smile for you, laugh for you, breathe for you. Everything I do is for me. So maybe I am different, because it seems you live for everyone else. Learn to live for you."

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