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Cease
I guess I have a strange devotion
Some sort of twisted notion
I know that who I am is true
But others find fault in my view
I can’t seem to figure why
I find beauty in the sky
They say I’m different, a type of fake
Their words will keep me wide-awake
But words mean nothing when they’re tainted
Taking time, I get acquainted
I discover a certain sort of peace
Pain from their words begins to cease
