***Writing Tip: Write about a time when you didn't fit into the mold someone else had for you. How did you feel?***
No purpose to being.
Just sitting here cold.
I'm cracking all over.
I don't fit your mold.
I shatter like glass.
I'm nothing to you.
I sit here.
In the muck and grime.
I thrown away pebble.
Forgotten in time.
My life is gray.
Unimportant, forgotten.
Looked down upon.
Putrid and rotten.
There is no use
For this stone cold heart.
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