Why do I scare people away when all I want to do is to make friends with them? Is it because of the numerous piercings? Or the red hair? The filthy attitude? Or maybe they're having problems with me, as a whole. They laugh at me 'cause they say I'm different. I laugh at them 'cause I think they're all the same. This is me, I call myself Tuesday, love me or hate me. I know people are entitled to their own opinions. But, the truth is, their opinions won't make me think any less of myself. It's me, getting better!
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