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    All my life I thought  Did I my color really matter  No matter how much I had  On my plate  I gave my all to the ones I loved  Serve myself on a platter I try not to stumble 
I pick up the knife my beloved dagger dear and wondered at the truths it might whisper today. But as I stare at the polished surface my face doesn't greet me. I turn it over and over
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