No I don't want to be here.
Who would?
Around the whispers and stares,
that I know are about me.
Paranoid? No fuckin' way.
I know they talk,
whisper,
judge.
I heard it.
I see it.
I know it.
You tell me to leave.
You say I don't belong.
I know I don't belong.
But I would rather be here with you
and not belong,
than belong somewhere without you.
Guess the feeling isn't mutual.
~Rose~















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