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  We're all invisible souls actualizing the same mental image.An image where our delicate souls linger spontaneously.An image where humanity finds harmony.An image of eternal joy.An image where love is not seen as a label but seen as a gift from l
I know I haven't written In a while, but I'm getting in that mood again And can't stop thinking about what happened So I'll do this to get it out my mind. And I hope I just stop crying.
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different? Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
Too many of us
Some of my people steady actin like they weak
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