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Is it wrong That I glance up at the clouds, Feeling the wind through my hair, And dream of a mystifying land Where one can be accepted no matter what? Is it wrong That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels, Baggy and ripped at the knees, Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic Shorts, so unscathed and clean? Is it wrong That I ask people about their troubles, Sometimes doing all in my mortal power To help them surpass the simple, Even ones I have not defeated myself? Is it wrong That while the few friends I have Dance around giddily and go to The most extreme only to impress, But I only hang back in silent content