World of our own

June 3, 2019
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World of our own

I always felt out of place almost everywhere I went, I always felt odd or left out, like the proverbial black sheep.

I was weird and though I saw nothing wrong in being the weirdo that I was, those closest to me seemed obsessed with working on me till I began to fit in.

They couldn’t accept me for being me, being different didn’t make my life choices wrong, it just meant I was in a world of my own like all the other weirdos out there and I didn’t care if I fit in or not.

May Okanigbe

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