"I'm looking for a real freak."
Who's the real freak anyway?
And how different enough to be called one?
Sometimes we think we're more normal than others, actually we're not.
It's abnormal to compare the normality.
When you see the distinctness of others, remember how you look distinctively to them too.
And to me, it's really sad to "love" someone because he's "qualified".
It should be natural, simply curiosity, two souls bumping into each other.
No matter how he looks like, no matter how, no matter what.

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