her hair was parted down the middle her clothes never matched she was different and they were afraid of what she wasn't she had freckles and coke bottle glasses she use to sit alone at lunch nibbling on the same tuna sandwhich she had everyday She wanted to be like them they looked so happy so much to live for they didn't feel left out sometimes she would wear lipstick maybe they would notice her pretty smile her grandmother told her she had a pretty smile she would always choose the frosty pink cause she like the way pink looked on her no one ever noticed her though and she would smile alot all day even just to get a glance but no one looked at her cause she was different she grew up to work in an office she wore her hair in a bun sometimes she would wear lipstick frosty pink maybe her boss would notice he was such a handsome man with a good heart she was a quiet little secretary never married no children not even a cat just a small two bedroom house on the other side of town i use to visit her when she reached an old age she had a kind face a different face i remember the day she died it was in november she wore a brown dress and pink frosty lipstick everyone noticed her at the funeral she was the lady who was different so quiet so withdrawn only if she would have tried to be a part of somethingBirth sign: Aries
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