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Do you know what it feels like....
You talk a great deal about your struggles. You pin them up like badges of honor when really you are a coward hiding in the corner behind those "friends" you deem your pawns.
They say these things about me They don’t know my fears The victim who became the aggressors it’s what the defense descaled They say race wasn’t the issue so why was I consider a thug Was it just because