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Her face lit up with a glow  Sparkles in her eyes  The great news she'd ever know  Is that she would be changing lives.  She knew that this was going to change it all  From her pockets to her qualities 
If you divide a population By the lowest common denomination The result remains the very same While the one never fits the frame  
The World of Bi is an interesting place For all is divided into two  One is treated like gold The Other is treated a fly- Shoo!   One is the standard That all must adhere
Slam The doors crash shutThe lights flicker ofThe flesh escapes. Slam The tears roll downThe face turns redThe heat boils up. Slam
I have to tell you about the language of My generation: prodigies of telecommunication
I. I am saturated in vivid hues Painted by my culture, A life I didn’t choose, Mere stone formed into a sculpture. These decisions are not mine, A stranger’s language spoken,
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
Genocide Suicide How some people just get to slide. Why humans? I want to study you Research why we do what we do. Might even discover something new. Why humans? True, this talk
Spinning  I guess that's the only way to describe it Aimlessy wandering trying to hide your own confusion Reaching and grabbing  Hoping that maybe this time, you'll get what you've been after Spinning
The Invisible Lady   This lady paintsHer face without makeupAnd she wears no skirtsOr dressesShe is the eye of manyEven though she publiclyIs the face of distain
We believe we are free But we are actually locked in Windows show us the outside world to make us feel like we are there We are really trapped
Organization and age make things true: The indubitable, untouchable motto and slogan of our world’s understandably irrational population— A population that postulates a prescription of a promise for a better future,
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