I Know What It’s Like
I know what it’s like
To be looked down upon
To be cast away
And forgotten.
I know what it’s like
To be made fun of
To be ridiculed
Into seclusion.
I know what it’s like
To be Quasimodo
To be ugly
In a world of beautiful things.
And now that I’ve known you
I know what it’s like
To be loved.
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