I'm the Odd One Out
I observe everybody around me, then I look at myself, awkwardly glancing at my friends as if I don't fit in Even if I can relate to the topic, I try my best to keep most of my thoughts and beliefs to myself so I don't trigger or offend anyone Why am I always the orange tree in a field of banana trees? πππππ Why is it that everytime we share awkward glances, the silence is very loud? Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, I'm always the odd one out
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