He didn’t quite fit in with the rest
He tried once or twice but failed miserably
Bullied and tormented, he went deeper into his shell
He needed support and care, his mom could tell
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His mother used to tell him that he was special
That she loved him and cared for him
The little boy believed her and spent his days
In the comfort of her embrace
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But one day she was gone without a warning
And the little boy was left alone, stranded in this unknown world
It was as if along with her had gone his will to live
Crying and sobbing he spent his days huddled by the windowsill
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Then one day he braved to step out of the house
To ‘see’ the world for himself, through his mother’s eyes
He brushed his fingers through the bricks and trees
And inhaled the scent of autumns and springs
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A few laughed at him, others cackled
Nobody talked to him nor came forward to help when he fell down
Brushing his arm off, he looked at those mocking him
And instead of glaring or shouting, he flashed a wide grin
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Just like that the ice melted and laughter broke out from the corner
The monster and the freak chose not to react
Instead he responded with a smile, and a smile he got in return
He made some new friends and his mom smiled at him from heaven
…now that you’re here
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