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Roaming In the hallways not quite belonging   Squeezing Into a space, where there was never place   I am not alone In this daily struggle  
  how you say, Hello! in American? I am your guest and Hao is also my father's name born foreign new jersey california carolina lemon drop that's yellowface to you my friend but its
Natural disasters are spiking like a bed of nails Dead bodies dangle from the ceiling, falling from seasons like snowflakes No stories are the same Spread your wings, warrior
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