anti-predjudice
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I strive to not be conformed.
I've got scars I've hidden,
and faced the scorn of all my lies,
but never cried.
Know Why? Cause I was born for this.
They yell in my face,
Sometimes it HurtsTo Live in a Bright LightVirtue and KindnessAre Lost to the Pain
Look for an AshlightAnd find a Middle-GroundBecause You can't always be RightAnd You can't always be Wrong
