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I am the sock in the back of your drawer that willl never be worn again because you dont want something that isnt perfect and just the way it came. I am the first piece of bread that never gets eaten because ill never be as good as the next. I am a person that will never be perfect. I am Lonely and i am me. Maybe i feel bad now since i walk the halls alone and get shoved into lockers but one day myself will be enough for me and i can only hope.