Lord, keep me different,‘cause I already tried normaland honestly…It was exhausting. Keep me laughing at the wrong times(not too wrong, I still want friends),tripping over my own feetbut calling it choreography. When everyone zigzags,keep me confidently zigging,even if I forget why I started zigginghalfway through. Keep my weird thoughts weird,my jokes slightly delayed,and my personalitya … Continue reading Lord Keep Me Different →