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Let me ask a question without talking out of turn what makes you special that you can beat on me till my bruises burn I mean you must have some type of seniority right?
I want to be beautiful, she said. Then they'll love me. The ones who pulled my hair, Tugged at my hand-me-downs, Tore open the wounds made fresh, day after day.
It’s all an act. They say they want to help, But they don’t They act like they care, But they don’t. They are just like Everybody else in today’s society: Heartless.