Chapter 1 - Untitled

Damn, why do people hate me.

I’m just an person, like everybody else.
But in there eyes I’m different.
Different then everybody else.

I’m just like them, from flesh and blood, I breath, I eat and I sleep, just like them.

The only thing is:
My clothing and music style is different, I listen to punk and clothe like an punker.
And that’s the hole fracking problem. It’s not there taste, so in there eyes it’s ugly, and you will be hated by them.

I don’t say I’m an punker, I’m just myself.
But people call me that way, so that’s it.

But he, that’s the way it is, and I can’t change the fracking reality.

I’m an "different", and I’m proud to be.

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