I am different from the majority
Belonging to a group in extinction
Of those who sleep with socks on
Preferring hot coffee even though it's freezing outside
Walking in the pouring rain
At the risk of the cold it may bring
Grateful for every lesson between pains
Believing them teachings about living
Lonely dancer in the gloom
Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs
Emptying myself without a witness
So I unburden myself on the world
Grandma says I'm one of the few
Who love showing their heart in their hand
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