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There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
Robert W. Service, The Men That Don't Fit In
Sometimes I feel not just weird, but outside.
Not just separate, but on another planet,
Not just unusual, but very different
Try as I might to fit in, it just does not happen.
I cannot do this anymore.
Kelly Martin, A Thursday Thought…
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen, I learned the truth
Janis Ian, At Seventeen
When You Say Nothing At All, Foxes and Fossils
You're Still the One, The Petersens
Rainy Days And Mondays, Carpenters
At Seventeen, Janis Ian
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