She Is Strange and He Is Too
I like stripes and she like polka dots. We cannot be friends.
I love purple, he loves blue. We have nothing in common.
He has straight hair. I have curly hair. We are too different.
Why would I want to be friends with these weirdos?
I love chocolate swirls. She likes lemon inside chocolate donuts.
To me this is too abnormal, and I am an anomaly to her.
We have tried to find common ground. There isn’t any.
I have two parents. She only has one. She is strange.
I cannot believe I cannot find one single friend in this town.
No, not that one. She wears boots, and I wear shoes.
No. Not him. I don’t like freckles. He has lots of them.
I am trying, I really am.
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